Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Tolkien's; I only own Enellewyn and
other OCs.
I hope you like this chapter! I think my story is kind of losing its spark. :o( But keep reading!
Chapter 7
Legolas and Enellewyn traipsed through the corridors along with the crowd towards the Hall of Fire. The evening meal had just been consumed and Enellewyn was just hoping that she wouldn't have to sing.
In front of them, Enellewyn could see two hobbits conversing. One, she recognized as Frodo, but the other one she had never seen before. Before long they had arrived in the Hall of Fire and everyone proceeded to trickle inside.
Wine and glasses were set out and elves, men, and hobbits, took their seats on benches while some preferred to stand. Enellewyn couldn't see the twins yet so she walked over to the table with the refreshments and poured herself a goblet of wine.
Taking a gulp of the dark grape wine, she spied out Legolas talking to Elladan and Elrohir. She strode over to them with wine in hand.
"Compliments on the wine," Enellewyn said as she sidled up to Elrohir.
"A fine year, isn't it?" Elladan asked the small group, taking a sip of his own.
"Very good," Elrohir said. He refilled everyone's glasses and held his up to the air.
"Cheers," Elrohir said. Legolas, Enellewyn, and Elladan tipped their glasses and the crystal chimed with a clear sound. The four of them all took large gulps. While they had been making their toasts, the band had struck up a song and someone was singing merrily while everyone clapped.
Enellewyn wandered over to the refreshment table and poured herself some more wine. Some of it spilled onto the floor.
"Whoops," Enellewyn said, her words slurred slightly. She took another swig of the wine. She looked around until she could see Legolas. Enellewyn sauntered over, tripping slightly. As she was about to fall, Elladan caught her.
"Enellewyn?" he asked worriedly.
"I'm feeling a bit sluggish, Elly. Where's Leggy?" Elladan looked at his twin anxiously. Elladan scooped her up into his arms and led her over to where Legolas was talking to Aragorn.
"Leggy!" Enellewyn squealed. Aragorn looked at Enellewyn apprehensively. Legolas looked at Enellewyn's aloof face.
"Re caele beika fion (She had too much wine)," Elrohir explained.
"Apparently," Legolas said, taking Enellewyn from Elladan.
"I will bring her to her room," he said, exiting the room. Elrohir nodded. As Legolas walked towards Enellewyn's room her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep. Thankfully they had arrived at her bedroom. Legolas opened the door and laid Enellewyn on the feather mattress.
Legolas looked down at her sleeping form and shook his head.
"You will feel just wonderful tomorrow morning," Legolas said, departing and closing the door behind him.
Enellewyn opened her eyes groggily. Her pupils dilated painfully as the sunlight leaking through the window hit her retinas. A wave of pain washed over her and there was an agonizing throb in her temple.
Enellewyn groaned and buried her face in her pillow. There was a knock at the door.
"Go away," Enellewyn yelled, her voice muffled through the pillow. The door opened slightly and Legolas appeared.
"How are you feeling?" Enellewyn rolled over and looked at him.
"Engwar (ill)," Enellewyn said miserably.
"You were absolutely intoxicated yesterday. You called me Leggy," Legolas said, shuddering at the memory. Enellewyn laughed slightly, but then grimaced at her headache.
"I didn't sing did I?" Enellewyn asked uneasily.
"No, thank the Valar," Legolas said. Enellewyn scowled and then whacked him with her pillow. As the pillow hit his head, Legolas's hair turned static floating in the air. Enellewyn laughed, ignoring the excruciating ache in her cranium.
Legolas frowned, and went over to the mirror, trying to flatten and tame his hair.
"You know, if you weren't suffering from the consequences of getting intoxicated on Elven wine, I would throw a pillow at you right now," Legolas said matter-of-factly.
"Well then it is a good thing that I am suffering the consequences of getting intoxicated on Elven wine," Enellewyn said wryly. Legolas chuckled and headed for the door. Before he left, he turned around.
"You missed a meeting that Lord Elrond held with the Fellowship. We are to depart from Rivendell tomorrow morning," Legolas said somewhat indifferently.
"Absolutely lovely," Enellewyn said sardonically, leaning back onto the comfy mattress. Legolas left the room and after a few minutes of just lying in bed, Enellewyn arose and began to get dressed in her customary tunic and trousers.
She readied her pack for the long quest that the fellowship was going to embark on the next day.
The Fellowship stood in front of the entrance to Rivendell with Enellewyn standing next to the hobbits.
Lord Elrond and a group of elves were standing in front of them, waiting to see them off. Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir were among them and Enellewyn threw them a small wave.
Elladan and Elrohir grinned and waved back in a silent farewell.
"You are setting out on a quest to Mordor. No oath nor bond holds you to go further than you will. May the blessings of elves, men, and your free folk, be with you," Elrond said regally.
"The Fellowship awaits the Ring Bearer," Gandalf said. Frodo turned around. Everyone stepped back so he could get through.
Enellewyn heard him whisper a question to Gandalf.
"Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?"
"Left," Gandalf said. Enellewyn grinned slightly. One by one, the Fellowship departed from Rivendell.
They walked on for a long while until they halted to make camp in Hollin, or Eregion. The man from Gondor (Aragorn had told Enellewyn that his name was Boromir) was teaching Merry and Pippin how to wield a sword.
"Two, three, four, five. Very good!" Boromir counted as the hobbits parried with their diminutive swords. Sam and Frodo were eating and Legolas was leaping from stone to stone, keeping watch. Gandalf was smoking his long wooden pipe as Gimli spoke with him.
Move your feet!" Aragorn said from his station on a rock.
"That's good, Pippin!" Merry said approvingly.
"Thanks," Pippin said appreciatively.
"Faster," Boromir said, trying to see if the hobbits could keep up.
If anyone were to ask for my opinion, which I note they're not," Gimli began. Enellewyn looked at Legolas and they both rolled their eyes at the dwarf simultaneously.
"I would say we're taking the long way round. Gandalf! We could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome," Gimli said, trying to persuade Gandalf into going with his idea.
"No, Gimli, I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice," Gandalf said, eyeing the dwarf somewhat dubiously. Enellewyn stared into the distance.
"Legolas, do you see that?" Enellewyn looked at Legolas curiously. She turned around to find that Merry and Pippin were tackling Boromir and she held back a snort.
"What is that?" Sam asked, squinting at the dark spot that was rapidly moving towards the group.
"Nothing, it's just a wisp of cloud," Gimli said, shrugging it off.
"It's moving fast, against the wind," Boromir said, pausing in his fight with the hobbits. Enellewyn saw Legolas's eyes widened in sudden realization.
"Crebain from Dunland!" he exclaimed.
"HIDE!" Aragorn shouted. Everyone scrambled to gather their things and demolish the evidence of any camp that had previously been there. Enellewyn dived under some underbrush just as the hideous black crows passed overhead.
When they passed out of sight, everyone came out from their hiding spots.
"Spies of Saruman. The passage south is being watched. We must take the pass of Caradhras," Gandalf said with foreboding. Heads turned to look at the monstrous towering snowcapped mountain.
Enellewyn gulped.
The Fellowship began the long ill fated journey up the mighty mountain. The snow was deep, but Enellewyn and Legolas only left small indents in the white powdery substance.
Unexpectedly, Frodo stumbled and toppled over, rolling down the mountain, before Aragorn stopped him going any further.
"Frodo!" Aragorn said, setting him on his feet again. While he brushed some of the snow off of Frodo's cloak, Boromir picked the Ring up by its light silver chain. The Ring glinted in the sunlight ominously.
The Fellowship halted for a moment.
"Boromir!" Aragorn said sternly, trying to snap the man out of the reverie the tempting Ring had cast over him.
"It is a strange fate. For which we should suffer so much fear and doubt. Over so small a thing. Such a little thing." Boromir reached his gloved hand to touch it.
"Boromir! Give the Ring to Frodo," Aragorn said with a warning edge to his voice. Enellewyn saw that his hand gripped the hilt of his lethal sword, Narsil.
"As you wish," Boromir said, walking over to the halfling which the fate of Middle Earth depended on. Frodo snatched the Ring that was held out to him.
"I care not." Boromir laughed somewhat, and to Enellewyn's keen elven ears it sounded slightly artificial. Boromir ruffled Frodo's dark hair. He then turned around, shouldering his spherical shield.
Enellewyn stared at Boromir darkly, before the Fellowship set out again.
Soon snow began to fall, at first only small flakes and then it was almost impossible to see through the torrent of snow that fell from the dark sky.
Aragorn and Boromir were forced to hold the hobbits, as the air grew frigid with the cold. Enellewyn could here a sinister voice wafting through the air like thunder.
"There is a fell voice in the air!" Legolas tried to see through the blizzard into the distance.
"It's Saruman!" Gandalf yelled over the din of the howling winds. A lightning bolt struck the mountainside and an avalanche of snow fell. Enellewyn pressed herself against the mountainside and the landslide of snow and bitter ice missed them.
"He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf! We must turn back!" Aragorn yelled. Frodo and Sam were huddled under his arms, trying to maintain the little warmth they had.
"No!" Gandalf shouted, with determination firmly set in his eyes. He began chanting in a different language in some attempt to stop the trembling mountain. The wind howled as if it mocked the Fellowship's poor effort to defeat its mighty winds and harsh blizzards.
A second avalanche plummeted down and buried the Fellowship entirely.
Legolas's head popped up and when Enellewyn surfaced most of the Fellowship had also. Gimli came up, his beard covered in snow.
"We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan! Or take the west road to my city!" Boromir shouted his advice to Gandalf.
"The Gap of Rohan take us to close to Isengard!" Aragorn yelled in objection.
"If we cannot go over the mountain, let us go under it! Let us go through the Mines of Moria," Gimli suggested.
"Let the Ring Bearer decide. Frodo?" Gandalf said gravely. Frodo looked around at his shivering hobbit companions.
"We will go through the Mines," he declared boldly.
"So be it," Gandalf said austerely.
Hope you liked this chapter! I had to make Enellewyn get drunk. I couldn't resist the temptation!
Thanks to all my great reviewers! Please review again!
I hope you like this chapter! I think my story is kind of losing its spark. :o( But keep reading!
Chapter 7
Legolas and Enellewyn traipsed through the corridors along with the crowd towards the Hall of Fire. The evening meal had just been consumed and Enellewyn was just hoping that she wouldn't have to sing.
In front of them, Enellewyn could see two hobbits conversing. One, she recognized as Frodo, but the other one she had never seen before. Before long they had arrived in the Hall of Fire and everyone proceeded to trickle inside.
Wine and glasses were set out and elves, men, and hobbits, took their seats on benches while some preferred to stand. Enellewyn couldn't see the twins yet so she walked over to the table with the refreshments and poured herself a goblet of wine.
Taking a gulp of the dark grape wine, she spied out Legolas talking to Elladan and Elrohir. She strode over to them with wine in hand.
"Compliments on the wine," Enellewyn said as she sidled up to Elrohir.
"A fine year, isn't it?" Elladan asked the small group, taking a sip of his own.
"Very good," Elrohir said. He refilled everyone's glasses and held his up to the air.
"Cheers," Elrohir said. Legolas, Enellewyn, and Elladan tipped their glasses and the crystal chimed with a clear sound. The four of them all took large gulps. While they had been making their toasts, the band had struck up a song and someone was singing merrily while everyone clapped.
Enellewyn wandered over to the refreshment table and poured herself some more wine. Some of it spilled onto the floor.
"Whoops," Enellewyn said, her words slurred slightly. She took another swig of the wine. She looked around until she could see Legolas. Enellewyn sauntered over, tripping slightly. As she was about to fall, Elladan caught her.
"Enellewyn?" he asked worriedly.
"I'm feeling a bit sluggish, Elly. Where's Leggy?" Elladan looked at his twin anxiously. Elladan scooped her up into his arms and led her over to where Legolas was talking to Aragorn.
"Leggy!" Enellewyn squealed. Aragorn looked at Enellewyn apprehensively. Legolas looked at Enellewyn's aloof face.
"Re caele beika fion (She had too much wine)," Elrohir explained.
"Apparently," Legolas said, taking Enellewyn from Elladan.
"I will bring her to her room," he said, exiting the room. Elrohir nodded. As Legolas walked towards Enellewyn's room her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep. Thankfully they had arrived at her bedroom. Legolas opened the door and laid Enellewyn on the feather mattress.
Legolas looked down at her sleeping form and shook his head.
"You will feel just wonderful tomorrow morning," Legolas said, departing and closing the door behind him.
Enellewyn opened her eyes groggily. Her pupils dilated painfully as the sunlight leaking through the window hit her retinas. A wave of pain washed over her and there was an agonizing throb in her temple.
Enellewyn groaned and buried her face in her pillow. There was a knock at the door.
"Go away," Enellewyn yelled, her voice muffled through the pillow. The door opened slightly and Legolas appeared.
"How are you feeling?" Enellewyn rolled over and looked at him.
"Engwar (ill)," Enellewyn said miserably.
"You were absolutely intoxicated yesterday. You called me Leggy," Legolas said, shuddering at the memory. Enellewyn laughed slightly, but then grimaced at her headache.
"I didn't sing did I?" Enellewyn asked uneasily.
"No, thank the Valar," Legolas said. Enellewyn scowled and then whacked him with her pillow. As the pillow hit his head, Legolas's hair turned static floating in the air. Enellewyn laughed, ignoring the excruciating ache in her cranium.
Legolas frowned, and went over to the mirror, trying to flatten and tame his hair.
"You know, if you weren't suffering from the consequences of getting intoxicated on Elven wine, I would throw a pillow at you right now," Legolas said matter-of-factly.
"Well then it is a good thing that I am suffering the consequences of getting intoxicated on Elven wine," Enellewyn said wryly. Legolas chuckled and headed for the door. Before he left, he turned around.
"You missed a meeting that Lord Elrond held with the Fellowship. We are to depart from Rivendell tomorrow morning," Legolas said somewhat indifferently.
"Absolutely lovely," Enellewyn said sardonically, leaning back onto the comfy mattress. Legolas left the room and after a few minutes of just lying in bed, Enellewyn arose and began to get dressed in her customary tunic and trousers.
She readied her pack for the long quest that the fellowship was going to embark on the next day.
The Fellowship stood in front of the entrance to Rivendell with Enellewyn standing next to the hobbits.
Lord Elrond and a group of elves were standing in front of them, waiting to see them off. Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir were among them and Enellewyn threw them a small wave.
Elladan and Elrohir grinned and waved back in a silent farewell.
"You are setting out on a quest to Mordor. No oath nor bond holds you to go further than you will. May the blessings of elves, men, and your free folk, be with you," Elrond said regally.
"The Fellowship awaits the Ring Bearer," Gandalf said. Frodo turned around. Everyone stepped back so he could get through.
Enellewyn heard him whisper a question to Gandalf.
"Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?"
"Left," Gandalf said. Enellewyn grinned slightly. One by one, the Fellowship departed from Rivendell.
They walked on for a long while until they halted to make camp in Hollin, or Eregion. The man from Gondor (Aragorn had told Enellewyn that his name was Boromir) was teaching Merry and Pippin how to wield a sword.
"Two, three, four, five. Very good!" Boromir counted as the hobbits parried with their diminutive swords. Sam and Frodo were eating and Legolas was leaping from stone to stone, keeping watch. Gandalf was smoking his long wooden pipe as Gimli spoke with him.
Move your feet!" Aragorn said from his station on a rock.
"That's good, Pippin!" Merry said approvingly.
"Thanks," Pippin said appreciatively.
"Faster," Boromir said, trying to see if the hobbits could keep up.
If anyone were to ask for my opinion, which I note they're not," Gimli began. Enellewyn looked at Legolas and they both rolled their eyes at the dwarf simultaneously.
"I would say we're taking the long way round. Gandalf! We could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome," Gimli said, trying to persuade Gandalf into going with his idea.
"No, Gimli, I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice," Gandalf said, eyeing the dwarf somewhat dubiously. Enellewyn stared into the distance.
"Legolas, do you see that?" Enellewyn looked at Legolas curiously. She turned around to find that Merry and Pippin were tackling Boromir and she held back a snort.
"What is that?" Sam asked, squinting at the dark spot that was rapidly moving towards the group.
"Nothing, it's just a wisp of cloud," Gimli said, shrugging it off.
"It's moving fast, against the wind," Boromir said, pausing in his fight with the hobbits. Enellewyn saw Legolas's eyes widened in sudden realization.
"Crebain from Dunland!" he exclaimed.
"HIDE!" Aragorn shouted. Everyone scrambled to gather their things and demolish the evidence of any camp that had previously been there. Enellewyn dived under some underbrush just as the hideous black crows passed overhead.
When they passed out of sight, everyone came out from their hiding spots.
"Spies of Saruman. The passage south is being watched. We must take the pass of Caradhras," Gandalf said with foreboding. Heads turned to look at the monstrous towering snowcapped mountain.
Enellewyn gulped.
The Fellowship began the long ill fated journey up the mighty mountain. The snow was deep, but Enellewyn and Legolas only left small indents in the white powdery substance.
Unexpectedly, Frodo stumbled and toppled over, rolling down the mountain, before Aragorn stopped him going any further.
"Frodo!" Aragorn said, setting him on his feet again. While he brushed some of the snow off of Frodo's cloak, Boromir picked the Ring up by its light silver chain. The Ring glinted in the sunlight ominously.
The Fellowship halted for a moment.
"Boromir!" Aragorn said sternly, trying to snap the man out of the reverie the tempting Ring had cast over him.
"It is a strange fate. For which we should suffer so much fear and doubt. Over so small a thing. Such a little thing." Boromir reached his gloved hand to touch it.
"Boromir! Give the Ring to Frodo," Aragorn said with a warning edge to his voice. Enellewyn saw that his hand gripped the hilt of his lethal sword, Narsil.
"As you wish," Boromir said, walking over to the halfling which the fate of Middle Earth depended on. Frodo snatched the Ring that was held out to him.
"I care not." Boromir laughed somewhat, and to Enellewyn's keen elven ears it sounded slightly artificial. Boromir ruffled Frodo's dark hair. He then turned around, shouldering his spherical shield.
Enellewyn stared at Boromir darkly, before the Fellowship set out again.
Soon snow began to fall, at first only small flakes and then it was almost impossible to see through the torrent of snow that fell from the dark sky.
Aragorn and Boromir were forced to hold the hobbits, as the air grew frigid with the cold. Enellewyn could here a sinister voice wafting through the air like thunder.
"There is a fell voice in the air!" Legolas tried to see through the blizzard into the distance.
"It's Saruman!" Gandalf yelled over the din of the howling winds. A lightning bolt struck the mountainside and an avalanche of snow fell. Enellewyn pressed herself against the mountainside and the landslide of snow and bitter ice missed them.
"He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf! We must turn back!" Aragorn yelled. Frodo and Sam were huddled under his arms, trying to maintain the little warmth they had.
"No!" Gandalf shouted, with determination firmly set in his eyes. He began chanting in a different language in some attempt to stop the trembling mountain. The wind howled as if it mocked the Fellowship's poor effort to defeat its mighty winds and harsh blizzards.
A second avalanche plummeted down and buried the Fellowship entirely.
Legolas's head popped up and when Enellewyn surfaced most of the Fellowship had also. Gimli came up, his beard covered in snow.
"We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan! Or take the west road to my city!" Boromir shouted his advice to Gandalf.
"The Gap of Rohan take us to close to Isengard!" Aragorn yelled in objection.
"If we cannot go over the mountain, let us go under it! Let us go through the Mines of Moria," Gimli suggested.
"Let the Ring Bearer decide. Frodo?" Gandalf said gravely. Frodo looked around at his shivering hobbit companions.
"We will go through the Mines," he declared boldly.
"So be it," Gandalf said austerely.
Hope you liked this chapter! I had to make Enellewyn get drunk. I couldn't resist the temptation!
Thanks to all my great reviewers! Please review again!