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Enellewyn: Humph! ::scowls::
Thanks for all your reviews! I'm glad you liked the first chapter!
Chapter 2
The orange and yellow sun rose steadily and quietly. In Mirkwood, Legolas, and King Thranduil's only son, was just beginning to awake.
Legolas got out of bed hastily and ran a brush through his hair until it was smooth. He braided it quickly and got dressed in a tunic and leggings, before lacing up his travel worn boots. He strapped his quiver of arrows onto his back and seized his bow from its station on the chair. Grabbing his pack, he headed out the doors swiftly; the comfortable weight of his weapons caused his lips to quirk up in a small smile.
Only a few servants were out and about amongst the halls and Legolas turned a corner. He exited the palace, making a beeline towards the stables.
As Legolas stepped in, he breathed in the deep earthy scent and exhaled contentedly. Most of the horses were still asleep in their stalls, but he could here restless neighing and whinnying coming from the farther end.
When he came to the source, he wasn't surprised to see his own grey horse, Celeb, stamping and banging his gleaming hooves against the sturdy wooden stall door.
"'Quel amrun (Good morning)," Legolas said, petting his velvety nose affectionately. Celeb snorted blissfully, nestling his nose into Legolas's neck.
Legolas hastily took the bridle from its hook and Celeb immediately drew away. Legolas murmured quiet reassurances, trying to persuade him to walk closer. Finally Celeb gave in and grudgingly obliged to Legolas's persistent approach.
Before long, Legolas was leading Celeb out into the sunlight. The saddle was comfortably perched on Celeb's back and he had his bridle on, much to Celeb's displeasure.
Enellewyn had just arrived and she also had her leather pack in hand.
"I will wait for you," Legolas said. Enellewyn nodded and disappeared inside the stables.
**
Enellewyn walked quietly, so as not to wake the slumbering horses. When she came to Anarya's stall, she took a carrot she had stolen from the kitchens out of her pocket.
Slowly, Anarya cracked an eye open. When she saw the food that was being held out to her, she quickly lunged for it, before Enellewyn could take it away. She munched on her snack happily while Enellewyn opened the stall door without her noticing.
Enellewyn took the leather bridle from its hook and put it on Anarya as she finished the last of her carrot. As Enellewyn secured all the buckles and ties, Anarya sniffed at her pockets, searching for more hidden treats.
Enellewyn placed the saddle on her back and secured her girth. Once she was finished, she led the proud chestnut mare out onto the dirt path where Legolas and Celeb were waiting for them.
**
Soon the two riders and their horses arrived at the entrance gates where a small group of elves were waiting to see them off. Thranduil and Enellewyn's parents were among them.
Legolas and Enellewyn were already perched atop their horses' backs and were only waiting for Thranduil to let them take off.
"Vanya sulie, my son (Fair winds)," Thranduil said.
"Namaarie Ada. Tenna' san' (Farewell, father/dad. Until then)," Legolas said, holding his father's gaze.
"Namaarie Ada, Naneth," Enellewyn said to her parents, who were standing next to Thranduil.
"Be wary, my daughter," Enellewyn's father warned. Enellewyn nodded, knowing of the many dangerous creatures that were lurking about. She gave her mother a nod of silent farewell.
She waved slightly, leaning on her husband's shoulder, and the pair urged their horses to walk forward. The group stayed where they were until the two figures diminished into the dense trees and foliage that was Mirkwood forest.
Only, they did not know that it would be a very long time until they would meet again.
**
The two elves rode in a peaceful silence, the only sound being their horses' gentle footfalls on the trampled dirt path.
Suddenly, Legolas took a shining elven dagger from within his boot and held it up to a ray of sunlight that had managed to leak through the branches of the ancient trees.
The blade was flawless, except for a small speck of white on its cool metal surface.
"Do you remember when we got chased by that monstrous spider?" Legolas asked Enellewyn thoughtfully.
"How could I forget?" Enellewyn snorted at the memory of their foolishness.
"I never could get that piece of spider web off," Legolas said reminiscently. For a short moment both companions were lost in their adventurous childhood memories.
They rode on for a few hours, trotting every once in a while to settle their fidgety horses. Soon night fell and Legolas and Enellewyn still rode on, using the moonlight to guide their path. They rode on for two more days until stopping to rest up a bit, as the horses needed to drink and restore their energy.
They made a small camp by a stream and let their horses drink and graze on the grass nearby. Enellewyn took a lembas wafer out of her pack and bit a small portion off of it. As it went down her throat and settled in her stomach, she immediately felt as if she had just eaten a whole meal.
"Enellewyn, stop eating all of our food!" Legolas taunted playfully. Enellewyn scowled and tossed a rock at his turned back. She sat down on the ground and leaned against a conveniently placed stone.
After their short rest, they gathered Celeb and Anarya and resumed their journey. The days passed quickly for Enellewyn, and soon they were outside the borders of Mirkwood forest and were about to travel through the Misty Mountains.
**
They had now been traveling for six days and were practically halfway to Rivendell. The mountains were darker and gloomier, but Earendil (A/N That's that star right? If it's not, feel free to correct me!) and the luminous moon was still visible.
Night drew closer, and the son began to disappear beyond the horizon, setting the sky in hues of orange, pinks, and yellows. Stars soon filled the sky and Legolas and Enellewyn were left riding in the gloom.
"Do you remember the rumors of a ghost that haunted the Misty Mountains?" Enellewyn asked Legolas, trying to break the unbearable silence. Legolas was silent for a moment.
"No, but I do recall scaring you out of your wits one night," Legolas said, laughing quietly.
"Well I did get vengeance on you for that. I remember you were in the gardens with that silly she-elf you had been smitten with for the longest time. I crept up on the both of you, dressed in white with flour all over me. You screamed like a girl and your lady-friend, what was her name? Olasawen? She leaped into your arms and knocked you to the ground! I was teasing you for weeks!" Enellewyn erupted into laughter.
A blush rose up from Legolas's boots. The tips of his ears had flamed bright scarlet, as well as his cheeks. As Enellewyn laughed, an arrow whizzed by, grazing her ear ever so slightly.
She turned her head to see a large party of goblins. Some had intimidating crossbows, caked with dried blood from previous victims. Others were armed with scimitars and spears, and were waving them in the air threateningly.
There were thirty against two elves. True, they were elves, but were still greatly out numbered. Before Enellewyn could react, three of the repugnant orcs were already on the ground, dead. Each was impaled with one elegant, but deadly, elvish arrow, presumably from Legolas's bow.
Enellewyn quickly whipped her bow out and fitted it with an arrow. She bent her bowstring and fired. There was a horrible screech and the goblin fell to the ground.
Its comrades looked on in disbelief, rage, and perhaps idiocy. Then they attacked. Anarya reared and Enellewyn fell off, being caught unawares. She helplessly watched as Anarya bolted off into the distance with Celeb.
Enellewyn unsheathed her sword and began to hack at the orcs, which were now coming in large waves. As she slashed into the dark flesh of a goblin, blood spewed from its wound, spraying Enellewyn effectively. She felt a few drops land in her mouth and felt like vomiting.
As she plowed down endless numbers of orcs, she could see Legolas's golden- topped head amongst the chaos. Unexpectedly, she felt a small breeze by her shoulder. Suddenly, the orc in front of her who had been giving her a hard time had a white-feathered arrow protruding from its neck. It wasn't one of Legolas's arrows and Enellewyn found herself momentarily distracted from the battle at hand.
She turned around to only find that a group of elves were coming to their aid, riding on high steeds. In no time, the remaining orcs were slain. As Enellewyn wiped the putrid black blood from her sword, she tried to find Legolas.
He was conversing with the mysterious elves that had come to their rescue. Upon closer examination, she recognized two elves that were at the head of the assembly.
**
"What are you doing all the way east of the Misty Mountains?" Legolas asked the newcomers curiously.
"We were just checking the area for any other orcs. A large party had gotten too close to Imladris for our Ada's comfort, so he sent us to check the area." But their conversation was interrupted by a happy shout.
"Elladan! Elrohir!" Enellewyn had appeared beside Legolas. "What are you both doing here? Shouldn't you be back in Rivendell?"
"The question is, what are you both doing here?" Elrohir asked.
"We were on our way to Rivendell," Legolas explained. "My Ada sent Enellewyn and me as messengers."
Elladan and Elrohir had looks of interest etched on their still eerily identical faces.
"Well, you may travel with us. We were heading back to Rivendell anyway. I'm sure Ada will be satisfied with our work," Elrohir said, surveying the carcasses that littered the ground.
"We can't just leave them here," Legolas said, also inspecting the battlefield, littered with dead orc bodies.
"True. We have to burn them then," Elladan said, jumping down from his horse on light feet. The other elves followed his example and began to drag the corpses into one pile with Legolas, Enellewyn, Elladan, and Elrohir's help.
Once all the bodies were heaped in a mound, Elrohir removed a flint from his pack and struck it against a rock. A few sparks flew onto the remainss and they began to smoke.
"Well now that that's done, we should be off. Dawn is approaching, that will give us a full day to travel," Elrohir said, looking at the gradually rising sun. Elladan whistled and two horses emerged from the rear.
"Legolas, you may ride Lindil, and Enellewyn, you can ride Esgalwath," Elladan said. Legolas leaped deftly onto his horse's back. Lindil remained still and tolerant. Enellewyn also climbed onto her mount in the same fashion as Legolas.
She settled into the comfortable saddle and Esgalwath remained lenient. Enellewyn pushed him into a slow trot, as everyone else had their horses at a steady trot. Without warning, Esgalwath bucked, and Enellewyn flew off his back and landed with a painful thud in the dirt.
"Tanya awra (That hurt)!" Enellewyn groaned. Legolas jumped off of Lindil and went to Enellewyn quickly.
"Enellewyn, lle tyava quel (Do you feel well)?" Legolas asked worriedly.
"Do I look it?" Enellewyn said, her voice drenched in sarcasm. Legolas helped her up as she rubbed her sore backside.
"I suppose that Esgalwath dislikes you," Elladan said, wincing. "You shall ride with Legolas. Esgalwath recently lost his rider in a terrible accident. He does not fully trust anyone but the people that he knows well."
Enellewyn nodded in slight understanding and hopped onto Lindil after Legolas.
Before long, they were traveling over the rocky terrain again. Every time the horse would trot or canter, Enellewyn would wince at the soreness that her backside was undertaking.
Legolas and Enellewyn told Elrohir and Elladan of Gollum and how he escaped, while Elladan and Elrohir listened keenly.
The days passed somewhat swiftly and soon the party of elves were safely on the west side of the Misty Mountains.
Response to Reviews:
Athena Diagon Cat: Hmm. If they were human they would be in their early thirties I would say. At least they act like they're in their early thirties. I'm trying to make them seem more mature since they've aged several hundred years. It's really hard after trying to portray them as teenagers. :o)
Silcawen Uvanimor-dreamingfifi-I used a few of your names, so I hope that you don't mind. I thought Esgalwath was a good name for the horse since he's kind of mean to Enellewyn (Even though it wasn't the poor thing's fault!)
Just a small tidbit here, I just noticed that I gave the horse whose name starts with an E to Enellewyn, which also starts with an E, and I gave the horse whose name starts with an L to Legolas, which also starts with an L. I just noticed, but I didn't feel like changing it. Lol.
Well you know what to do! :o) Please?
Enellewyn: Haha! She owns me!
Legolas: Well Tolkien owns me! He's better!
Enellewyn: Humph! ::scowls::
Thanks for all your reviews! I'm glad you liked the first chapter!
Chapter 2
The orange and yellow sun rose steadily and quietly. In Mirkwood, Legolas, and King Thranduil's only son, was just beginning to awake.
Legolas got out of bed hastily and ran a brush through his hair until it was smooth. He braided it quickly and got dressed in a tunic and leggings, before lacing up his travel worn boots. He strapped his quiver of arrows onto his back and seized his bow from its station on the chair. Grabbing his pack, he headed out the doors swiftly; the comfortable weight of his weapons caused his lips to quirk up in a small smile.
Only a few servants were out and about amongst the halls and Legolas turned a corner. He exited the palace, making a beeline towards the stables.
As Legolas stepped in, he breathed in the deep earthy scent and exhaled contentedly. Most of the horses were still asleep in their stalls, but he could here restless neighing and whinnying coming from the farther end.
When he came to the source, he wasn't surprised to see his own grey horse, Celeb, stamping and banging his gleaming hooves against the sturdy wooden stall door.
"'Quel amrun (Good morning)," Legolas said, petting his velvety nose affectionately. Celeb snorted blissfully, nestling his nose into Legolas's neck.
Legolas hastily took the bridle from its hook and Celeb immediately drew away. Legolas murmured quiet reassurances, trying to persuade him to walk closer. Finally Celeb gave in and grudgingly obliged to Legolas's persistent approach.
Before long, Legolas was leading Celeb out into the sunlight. The saddle was comfortably perched on Celeb's back and he had his bridle on, much to Celeb's displeasure.
Enellewyn had just arrived and she also had her leather pack in hand.
"I will wait for you," Legolas said. Enellewyn nodded and disappeared inside the stables.
**
Enellewyn walked quietly, so as not to wake the slumbering horses. When she came to Anarya's stall, she took a carrot she had stolen from the kitchens out of her pocket.
Slowly, Anarya cracked an eye open. When she saw the food that was being held out to her, she quickly lunged for it, before Enellewyn could take it away. She munched on her snack happily while Enellewyn opened the stall door without her noticing.
Enellewyn took the leather bridle from its hook and put it on Anarya as she finished the last of her carrot. As Enellewyn secured all the buckles and ties, Anarya sniffed at her pockets, searching for more hidden treats.
Enellewyn placed the saddle on her back and secured her girth. Once she was finished, she led the proud chestnut mare out onto the dirt path where Legolas and Celeb were waiting for them.
**
Soon the two riders and their horses arrived at the entrance gates where a small group of elves were waiting to see them off. Thranduil and Enellewyn's parents were among them.
Legolas and Enellewyn were already perched atop their horses' backs and were only waiting for Thranduil to let them take off.
"Vanya sulie, my son (Fair winds)," Thranduil said.
"Namaarie Ada. Tenna' san' (Farewell, father/dad. Until then)," Legolas said, holding his father's gaze.
"Namaarie Ada, Naneth," Enellewyn said to her parents, who were standing next to Thranduil.
"Be wary, my daughter," Enellewyn's father warned. Enellewyn nodded, knowing of the many dangerous creatures that were lurking about. She gave her mother a nod of silent farewell.
She waved slightly, leaning on her husband's shoulder, and the pair urged their horses to walk forward. The group stayed where they were until the two figures diminished into the dense trees and foliage that was Mirkwood forest.
Only, they did not know that it would be a very long time until they would meet again.
**
The two elves rode in a peaceful silence, the only sound being their horses' gentle footfalls on the trampled dirt path.
Suddenly, Legolas took a shining elven dagger from within his boot and held it up to a ray of sunlight that had managed to leak through the branches of the ancient trees.
The blade was flawless, except for a small speck of white on its cool metal surface.
"Do you remember when we got chased by that monstrous spider?" Legolas asked Enellewyn thoughtfully.
"How could I forget?" Enellewyn snorted at the memory of their foolishness.
"I never could get that piece of spider web off," Legolas said reminiscently. For a short moment both companions were lost in their adventurous childhood memories.
They rode on for a few hours, trotting every once in a while to settle their fidgety horses. Soon night fell and Legolas and Enellewyn still rode on, using the moonlight to guide their path. They rode on for two more days until stopping to rest up a bit, as the horses needed to drink and restore their energy.
They made a small camp by a stream and let their horses drink and graze on the grass nearby. Enellewyn took a lembas wafer out of her pack and bit a small portion off of it. As it went down her throat and settled in her stomach, she immediately felt as if she had just eaten a whole meal.
"Enellewyn, stop eating all of our food!" Legolas taunted playfully. Enellewyn scowled and tossed a rock at his turned back. She sat down on the ground and leaned against a conveniently placed stone.
After their short rest, they gathered Celeb and Anarya and resumed their journey. The days passed quickly for Enellewyn, and soon they were outside the borders of Mirkwood forest and were about to travel through the Misty Mountains.
**
They had now been traveling for six days and were practically halfway to Rivendell. The mountains were darker and gloomier, but Earendil (A/N That's that star right? If it's not, feel free to correct me!) and the luminous moon was still visible.
Night drew closer, and the son began to disappear beyond the horizon, setting the sky in hues of orange, pinks, and yellows. Stars soon filled the sky and Legolas and Enellewyn were left riding in the gloom.
"Do you remember the rumors of a ghost that haunted the Misty Mountains?" Enellewyn asked Legolas, trying to break the unbearable silence. Legolas was silent for a moment.
"No, but I do recall scaring you out of your wits one night," Legolas said, laughing quietly.
"Well I did get vengeance on you for that. I remember you were in the gardens with that silly she-elf you had been smitten with for the longest time. I crept up on the both of you, dressed in white with flour all over me. You screamed like a girl and your lady-friend, what was her name? Olasawen? She leaped into your arms and knocked you to the ground! I was teasing you for weeks!" Enellewyn erupted into laughter.
A blush rose up from Legolas's boots. The tips of his ears had flamed bright scarlet, as well as his cheeks. As Enellewyn laughed, an arrow whizzed by, grazing her ear ever so slightly.
She turned her head to see a large party of goblins. Some had intimidating crossbows, caked with dried blood from previous victims. Others were armed with scimitars and spears, and were waving them in the air threateningly.
There were thirty against two elves. True, they were elves, but were still greatly out numbered. Before Enellewyn could react, three of the repugnant orcs were already on the ground, dead. Each was impaled with one elegant, but deadly, elvish arrow, presumably from Legolas's bow.
Enellewyn quickly whipped her bow out and fitted it with an arrow. She bent her bowstring and fired. There was a horrible screech and the goblin fell to the ground.
Its comrades looked on in disbelief, rage, and perhaps idiocy. Then they attacked. Anarya reared and Enellewyn fell off, being caught unawares. She helplessly watched as Anarya bolted off into the distance with Celeb.
Enellewyn unsheathed her sword and began to hack at the orcs, which were now coming in large waves. As she slashed into the dark flesh of a goblin, blood spewed from its wound, spraying Enellewyn effectively. She felt a few drops land in her mouth and felt like vomiting.
As she plowed down endless numbers of orcs, she could see Legolas's golden- topped head amongst the chaos. Unexpectedly, she felt a small breeze by her shoulder. Suddenly, the orc in front of her who had been giving her a hard time had a white-feathered arrow protruding from its neck. It wasn't one of Legolas's arrows and Enellewyn found herself momentarily distracted from the battle at hand.
She turned around to only find that a group of elves were coming to their aid, riding on high steeds. In no time, the remaining orcs were slain. As Enellewyn wiped the putrid black blood from her sword, she tried to find Legolas.
He was conversing with the mysterious elves that had come to their rescue. Upon closer examination, she recognized two elves that were at the head of the assembly.
**
"What are you doing all the way east of the Misty Mountains?" Legolas asked the newcomers curiously.
"We were just checking the area for any other orcs. A large party had gotten too close to Imladris for our Ada's comfort, so he sent us to check the area." But their conversation was interrupted by a happy shout.
"Elladan! Elrohir!" Enellewyn had appeared beside Legolas. "What are you both doing here? Shouldn't you be back in Rivendell?"
"The question is, what are you both doing here?" Elrohir asked.
"We were on our way to Rivendell," Legolas explained. "My Ada sent Enellewyn and me as messengers."
Elladan and Elrohir had looks of interest etched on their still eerily identical faces.
"Well, you may travel with us. We were heading back to Rivendell anyway. I'm sure Ada will be satisfied with our work," Elrohir said, surveying the carcasses that littered the ground.
"We can't just leave them here," Legolas said, also inspecting the battlefield, littered with dead orc bodies.
"True. We have to burn them then," Elladan said, jumping down from his horse on light feet. The other elves followed his example and began to drag the corpses into one pile with Legolas, Enellewyn, Elladan, and Elrohir's help.
Once all the bodies were heaped in a mound, Elrohir removed a flint from his pack and struck it against a rock. A few sparks flew onto the remainss and they began to smoke.
"Well now that that's done, we should be off. Dawn is approaching, that will give us a full day to travel," Elrohir said, looking at the gradually rising sun. Elladan whistled and two horses emerged from the rear.
"Legolas, you may ride Lindil, and Enellewyn, you can ride Esgalwath," Elladan said. Legolas leaped deftly onto his horse's back. Lindil remained still and tolerant. Enellewyn also climbed onto her mount in the same fashion as Legolas.
She settled into the comfortable saddle and Esgalwath remained lenient. Enellewyn pushed him into a slow trot, as everyone else had their horses at a steady trot. Without warning, Esgalwath bucked, and Enellewyn flew off his back and landed with a painful thud in the dirt.
"Tanya awra (That hurt)!" Enellewyn groaned. Legolas jumped off of Lindil and went to Enellewyn quickly.
"Enellewyn, lle tyava quel (Do you feel well)?" Legolas asked worriedly.
"Do I look it?" Enellewyn said, her voice drenched in sarcasm. Legolas helped her up as she rubbed her sore backside.
"I suppose that Esgalwath dislikes you," Elladan said, wincing. "You shall ride with Legolas. Esgalwath recently lost his rider in a terrible accident. He does not fully trust anyone but the people that he knows well."
Enellewyn nodded in slight understanding and hopped onto Lindil after Legolas.
Before long, they were traveling over the rocky terrain again. Every time the horse would trot or canter, Enellewyn would wince at the soreness that her backside was undertaking.
Legolas and Enellewyn told Elrohir and Elladan of Gollum and how he escaped, while Elladan and Elrohir listened keenly.
The days passed somewhat swiftly and soon the party of elves were safely on the west side of the Misty Mountains.
Response to Reviews:
Athena Diagon Cat: Hmm. If they were human they would be in their early thirties I would say. At least they act like they're in their early thirties. I'm trying to make them seem more mature since they've aged several hundred years. It's really hard after trying to portray them as teenagers. :o)
Silcawen Uvanimor-dreamingfifi-I used a few of your names, so I hope that you don't mind. I thought Esgalwath was a good name for the horse since he's kind of mean to Enellewyn (Even though it wasn't the poor thing's fault!)
Just a small tidbit here, I just noticed that I gave the horse whose name starts with an E to Enellewyn, which also starts with an E, and I gave the horse whose name starts with an L to Legolas, which also starts with an L. I just noticed, but I didn't feel like changing it. Lol.
Well you know what to do! :o) Please?