Samantha: Yeah, Serewen will remember her past with Legolas. There will be plenty of flashbacks here. Don't worry. Serewen will let go of Darien and feel for Legolas. She does like Legolas, really she does. She's just mad about the timing and thinks she didn't have enough time to grieve over Darien. She's worried that she's ruining his memory and stuff. But through her memories, she remembers the childlike love she always had for Legolas and sees the difference between Darien and Legolas. Darien didn't like the idea of Serewen fighting—but Legolas doesn't really care. He supports it and deep down, he loves her too. When they meet again, they will have a chance to talk. Well, right after the battle of Helms Deep actually because it's hard to talk about those sort of things when you're kicking orc butt!
Newfie Child: Yes, Serewen will use the crystal at the battle of Helms Deep. King Theodean will be shocked that a young girl saved his people! And there will be a dramatic ending…sort of. Pretty much the same at RoTK but Serewen will help a lot.
Serenity77: Oh yeah, Legolas and Serewen will totally fall in love! There will be an uber fluffy romantic ending!
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I do not own LoTR or Sailor Moon--
Half Elf Princess 4—Past Memories and Future GlimpsesThe Fellowship took a moment to camp next to the riverbank. Boromir was watching the water and talking to Aragorn.
"It's Gollum," Boromir said, "He's following us! We must move quickly."
"I know," Aragorn replied. "We'll rest a while here but I will keep watch. He can't kill us all." He turned and walked over to Legolas, patting him on the shoulder.
"You have been quiet," he said softly. "Something you want to tell us?"
"Was it really worth it, Aragorn?" Legolas inquired. "Marrying Serewen at this time?"
"I think so."
"I remember when we met," Legolas said, sitting down on the earth. "Only a child. Came with my father to speak with Celeborn. Serewen was playing and she ran inside to show him some flowers and then she stopped when she saw me."
The hobbits and the dwarf turned to listen him tell the tale as Boromir continued to keep watch.
"What did she say?" Sam inquired.
"Nothing at first," replied Legolas. "Just stood there a while. Celeborn asked if there was something she needed. She asked who we were. So we told her. She asked if she could stay with us when we talked." Legolas laughed. "I don't think she understood anything we talked about. She was still learning Elvish."
--
Young Serewen followed Celeborn and the Mirkwood elves around. She was surprised that Celeborn allowed her to accompany them but Celeborn—like the rest of the elves in Lorien—were very fond of the girl.
"This is Haldir's child?" Legolas' father inquired.
"Yes," Celeborn replied. "Her mother is the queen of the moon kingdom."
As they talked business, Serewen kept looking at Legolas. A few times he would look at smile at her and when she caught his eyes, she gasped, blushed and looked at the ground. Nervously, she took Celeborn's hand. He looked down at her lovingly and continued speaking with the elves. There was a pause in their conversation and she looked innocently up at the man she thought of as her grandfather. (We have no idea how old Celeborn is but since Serewen already has 2 uncles and Celeborn is the lord of the wood, he most likely would be a grandfather figure for her. Perhaps Haldir is Celeborn's son.)
"My lord?" she said softly. "How long will--will they be staying?"
"We will leave in an hour," said the lord of Mirkwood.
Seeing the frown appear on Serewen's face, Legolas said quickly, "let's stay for a day. Perhaps two."
"What?" he turned to his son.
"It is not often we come to Lorien," Legolas told him. "I like it here and I've haven't met—Serewen—is it?" he looked at Serewen and she nodded shyly. He looked back to his father. "We do not need to rush back to Mirkwood."
"I will speak with Celeborn about it," he said. "Leave us!"
Celeborn looked at Serewen. "Serewen, why don't you show Legolas around?"
"My Lord?" she inquired, her eyes widening. "I--,"
"Go on," he urged, letting go of her hand, pushing her to Legolas. Legolas smiled at her, outstretched her hand and she nervously took it.
"This way, Lord Legolas," she whispered, blushing as they walked out of the palace and into the wood.
She was quiet for a while so Legolas probed a little about her child hood. She came out of her shell and told him how much she loved it in Lorien and showed him all her favorite places to play and run around.
When they returned, she was very happy to hear that the Mirkwood elves would be staying one more day. After giving a hug to Celeborn, Serewen grinned broadly and turned to Legolas. "You may have this." She looked at the flowers she still had in her hand and held them out to Legolas. Legolas bent down, took the flowers and kissed her crescent moon birthmark
"Hantanyel." (I thank thee.)
Serewen looked up at him and touched her head. She wished to be older. She heard her mother calling for her while she tried to think of something to say. Why didn't the elves teach her more Elvish?
"Serewen, time for bed!" Serenity called, standing next to Haldir.
Serewen blinked and turned her head. "Yes, Mama." She ran to her mother and she picked her up. Serewen looked to her father.
"Papa, how do elves say goodnight?" she inquired.
"Á lorë vandë!" he replied softly. "Means 'sleep well.'"
Serewen looked back at Legolas and waved. "Á lorë vandë, Legolas!"
"Á lorë vandë!" Legolas called back. "See you in the morning, Serewen."
--
"She sounds so adorable," said Gimli, "so innocent…just as the dwarves always said she would be."
"I know," said Legolas, lifting his head back and looking at the stars.
"Are you fond of her at all?" he inquired.
"What?" he demanded.
"Well, do you love her?" Pippin asked. "The wedding was pretty quick. I wasn't sure if was going to happen."
Legolas sighed. "Yes, I was fond of Serewen. I still am. That is why I promised to marry her one-day. I just didn't think it would come at this time."
"You did the right thing, Legolas," Aragorn told the elf. "This will be good for both of you."
"We will need to talk once we see each other again," Legolas said. "Much has changed. She loved someone on the moon but he died in the battle. I wonder if she will allow herself to love again."
"Give it time, Legolas," Aragorn said softly, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Take some rest."
--
When the Fellowship left, Serewen took her training very seriously. She hardly even slept. She listened to every small detail her father and uncles told her. She practiced with the bow and the spear and the sword. She wanted to master every weapon she could get her hands on. Her father began to worry that she was pushing herself too hard.
"Serewen, take a rest," he told her. "You'll strain yourself."
"I'll be fine," Serewen muttered, taking an arrow and arching her back. She was trying to make the arrow go over a tree but it kept hitting it at the top. She let go of her arrow and it barely skimmed the treetop. "This is more difficult than Rumil said."
"Take a step back," Orophin said. "You'll have more range."
Serewen groaned and stepped back. She tried again and her arrow flew over the tree.
"Rumil, when will I have to do this?" Serewen asked her uncle.
"When there is something blocking you from your enemy." He replied.
"It is easier for me to know what I'm shooting at," Serewen frowned.
"Serewen, you have been training for five days straight." Haldir said, coming closer. "You haven't been sleeping or eating."
"I take a bite of Lembas when I train," Serena said offhandedly. "And how can I sleep when The Fellowship could be attacked by a horde of orcs at any moment?"
"Serewen, your father is right," Rumil said. "We've trained for ten hours today. You can go and rest."
"No, just a little longer!" she protested. "I've only just started to get this."
"We can resume tomorrow," Orophin told her. "Your muscles are tired."
She sighed and handed her bow to Orophin. "Very well. Goodnight."
"Á lorë vandë," Haldir said to her retreating back.
But Serewen did not go to bed. As tired as she was, she was too worried about The Fellowship. She knew with two humans' swords, a dwarf's axe, an elves bow and two hobbits' daggers that they'd be all right but withouth Gandalf's magic, their safety wasn't really guaranteed. Even when Gandalf was with them, they were still in danger. Serewen walked over to Galadriel's mirror. When Serewen was not training herself, she would be looking in the water trying to see if they were all right. Instead, the mirror only showed her when she met Legolas. She remembered how she was a stupid little girl that fancied on one of the elves. Serewen couldn't understand why she had sobbed when Legolas had to leave.
Serewen picked up the ewer, filled it with water and poured it into the basin. She focused her thoughts on the Fellowship, on Aragorn, on Frodo, on Boromir. Were they all right? After emptying the ewer, she waited for an image to appear on the water. She put her elbows beside the basin, cupping her chin her hands. A blurry, rippling picture showed and Serewen peered closer. She did not see the Fellowship, though she did one member.
"Legolas!" she muttered.
Serewen saw another memory, one she had forgotten. Legolas had her in his arms and carrying her around on his hip. She was laughing and pointing at things. When Legolas commented on whatever it was, Serewen put her arms tighter around his neck, cuddled up closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Legolas smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
Serewen groaned and hit the water. "Why is the mirror showing me my past with Legolas? I already knew that happened!"
"Looking in the mirror again, Serewen?" said a familiar voice.
Serewen gasped and looked up to see Galadriel standing at the foot of the stairs. "Galadriel!"
Galadriel smiled and walked closer to her. "What did you see this time?"
"Nothing different than before," Serewen answered, eyeing the water. The image of her child self and Legolas rippled upon it.
"You and Legolas?"
"Yes." Serewen frowned, "I'm trying to see The Fellowship but it's showing me my past with Legolas."
"Sometimes the mirror doesn't show you want you want to see," Galadriel said.
"I know."
"You look tired, Serewen," Galadriel told her as she came closer. She put her hand on her shoulder. "Have you been training all day?"
"Yes."
"Do not strain yourself," Galadriel ordered. "Go and get some rest."
Serewen sighed. "I suppose I should." She said goodnight to Galadriel and went to her bed. Sleep was easier this time as her muscles so heavy and sore. She drifted off to sleep and dreamed many dreams about Legolas.
Dream
Serewen was sitting outside watching Legolas work with is bow. Above all elves-- she was amazed with his skill—next to her father of course. She hoped one day she could see Legolas in battle. Perhaps even fight along side with him.
"Legolas," she said, "Do you think I can become as good as you one day?"
Legolas brought down his bow and smiled. "Yes, if you practice enough. Do you have a bow?"
"Yes," Serewen replied. "My uncles gave it to me."
"Go and get it," he told her. "I will show you a few things."
"You will?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Of course," he said. "Hurry now."
Serewen smiled, ran up to him, pulled down his arm so he could crouch down to her level. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. She turned around, ran to her room, grabbed her bow and a quiver of arrows. Within moments, she returned. He put down his bow and called her to him. Grinning, she hurried to his side and he bent down.
"Hold it like this," he said, holding her hand over hers where she held the bow. She took in a deep breath. He always smelt so good. She tried to concentrate on what he was showing her. "Keep it tight."
"All right," Serewen whispered.
He picked up an arrow and put it in her small little hand. He explained how she should hold it back with her fingers.
"Now, Serewen," he said, "we will let go on three. One…two…"
"Three!" Serewen and Legolas said together and they let go of the arrow. Her arrow flew to the middle of the target. Serewen gasped and turned to Legolas.
"We did it!" she shouted. "Oh, Legolas!" she threw her arms around him, knocking him off balance. He gasped in surprise. Serewen gazed at his face.
'If only I were older,' she thought sadly. 'Maybe Legolas and I could be like Mama and Papa…'
Legolas sensed she was thinking something deep. "What is it, Serewen?" he asked.
Serewen sighed. "Nothing, Legolas," she lied.
Though he knew she was lying, he didn't say anything. He reached his hand to head and patted it gently.
"Can you show me something else?" Serewen inquired.
He nodded and stood up. "You know the bow is to attack enemies from far away?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what to do if some are close?"
"Use a dagger?" Serewen guessed.
"Yes, you can do that," Legolas said, "That is why it is always good to keep a blade on you. Let me show you something." He picked up his bow and an arrow. "Imagine we are surrounded by orcs. There is one too close but there is one right behind it. Do you know what an orc is?"
She nodded, "I've read about them. They look really ugly."
"They smell too," Legolas smirked. "I can use my arrow as a weapon too." He jabbed his arrow in the air, imagining that he stabbed an orc in the neck, "I can get the one in front and use the same arrow to shoot the one behind him..."
He pulled back his arrow and let it fly.
"Then what?" Serewen inquired.
"Well, you can insult them and keep fighting!" he laughed. "Bada mibo orch."
"What's that?"
"Means 'go kiss an orc!'" he explained and Serewen laughed.
"Just don't tell your mother I taught you that," he said softly. "Now, you try."
Serewen nodded and pulled an arrow out of her quiver and loaded it to her bow. "Like this?"
"Yes, now say something brave," he informed.
"Like what?"
"Gurth a chyth-in-edhi!" he shouted. "It means, 'death to the foes of the elves.' Try it, Serewen."
Serewen made a few movements with her mouth to try to make the wording right. She cleared her throat and tried to say the phrase in elvish, though it was quite difficult. "Gurf a kinnth—in—edhhee!"
AN: I really don't know how that is pronounced but I'm taking a guess. I found the phrases on a website with some Elvish phrases but I can't find a sound file for it.
Legolas laughed at her attempt and she shot the arrow. He clapped.
"Very good, Serewen."
He showed her more techniques with the bow and told her a few insults and war phrases in Elvish. After a couple hours, Legolas said they had enough for one day. Serewen turned to him.
"Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"I hope one day we can fight in a battle together," Serewen said. "Do you think that's possible?"
Legolas looked down at her and hesitated. She was quite young but he didn't want to tell her no. He would like to see the skills he just taught her put to real use. He smiled.
"Of course, Serewen," he told her. "Some day we might."
Serewen put her arms around his waist and he patted her head. She pulled his arm down again so she could kiss him on the cheek. Picking up her bow and quiver, she said goodbye to Legolas and ran back home.
End DreamSerewen groaned and woke up. She put a hand to her head. She was still dreaming of Legolas. She didn't have time to reminisce about their past, even though they did have some good times together. She got out of bed, wincing. Her muscles still felt heavy and sore.
"No," she muttered, "I can't have this happen. I need to train!"
She decided a bath might help her muscles relax so she took some clean clothes and filled the bath. Some of the female elves helped her wash, as it was difficult for her to even lift her arm.
"Perhaps you shouldn't train yourself today, my lady," said one of the elves.
"But I must," Serewen insisted. "I have to practice every day."
"My lady, how can lift a sword when you cannot even raise your arm?"
Serewen sighed. "I suppose I can only train for an hour today."
Serewen felt better from her bath but her muscles still felt like lead. Before going to train, she decided to go and see the mirror again. Perhaps the mirror would finally show her the Fellowship. Using both hands to dip the ewer into the water, she focused her thoughts on her new friends. Serewen poured the water into the basin, put the ewer down and peered into the water.
"Please," she begged, "show me the fellowship. Are they all right?"
The water rippled for a while. Serewen leaned in closer, waiting for something to come upon the water. Then she saw a familiar face—a member of the Fellowship. She was relieved to see it wasn't Legolas. She saw enough of him in her dreams. This time she saw the future king of Gondor, Aragorn.
"Aragorn," she whispered.
She waited for the water to show her something else but it continued to focus on Aragorn. He was wearing a crown and he was wearing the finest clothes she saw on any man before. He was with Arwen. Serewen breathed.
"Arwen!" she felt tears form in her eyes as she looked at the couple walking hand in hand. They looked so happy together. Serewen focused on Arwen and saw that she was with child. In an instant, the image changed and now the couple was walking with a child between them. He gazed at his elf mother and human father. He was wearing Arwen's jewel.
"A child…a half-elf child…like me," Serewen murmured. Serewen turned her eyes away and let the tears fall. "I just saw Aragon's future…."
Serewen trained for an hour after seeing Aragorn's future and came back to look in the mirror again. She saw the Hobbits' past in their quite life at the Shire. Pippin and Merry were causing mischief and having fun. Frodo was reading and speaking with his uncle Bilbo. Sam was planting flowers in a garden. Serewen smiled. They had no idea what laid in front of them. Now they were off somewhere. What would their life be like once they returned to the Shire?
Serewen turned around and went back to training. Realizing she had been working herself too hard, she spaced out her training schedule. She would train for one to two hours, take a break and look in the mirror and then return working with Elven weapons. When her muscles were too sore, she worked with the Moon Crystal. She knew she would have to use it so she had to become familiar with it.
Serewen saw the past and future of all the fellowship but she saw no future for Boromir. Was he going to lose his life sometime during the quest?
--
As Serewen's muscles were gaining strength, she learned to fight unarmed so she wouldn't strain herself with a heavy bow or sword. She stood in the middle of the forest, concentrating on her movements as she took each breath. As she stretched forth her arms, she thought back to the times she would practice hand-to-hand combat with her sailor soldiers—mostly Sailor Jupiter.
Flashback
Sailor Jupiter and Princess Serewen stood five feet apart, facing each other. "Are you sure about this, your highness?" Sailor Jupiter inquired.
"Yes," said Serewen firmly.
"Many do not like to see you in battle," Sailor Mercury reminded as the other three scouts stood on the side to watch.
"This is merely sparing," Serewen told her.
"I see," Sailor Jupiter said. "Well, I suppose it will be good to have a different sparing partner."
"Oh?" demanded Sailor Venus. "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing," Sailor Jupiter said quickly. "Now, Princess, come at me with a punch. I will show you how to do a block."
Serewen approached Sailor Jupiter with her fist and Sailor Jupiter grabbed her by the wrist. Sailor Jupiter stepped backward, leaning into the princess and flung her over her head while being careful not to break the moon princess' back. Serewen laughed.
"Very good, Sailor Jupiter," she said, "but I do not think I have as much upper body strength as you to do that—especially if my opponent was an orc."
The strong sailor soldier blushed. "Oh, of course. Here, let me show you something else."
Serewen went after her with another punch and Sailor Jupiter instructed how to do a drop sweep instead. After showing the moon princess how to block hits and give kicks and punches, Serewen thanked her and they resumed the next day.
End Flashback
"Jupiter," Serewen whispered, wiping the sweat from her brow. "I wish you were here. Sailor scouts…if you were to come to Middle Earth and join me."
Serewen sighed and shook her head. What was the point of dwelling over the past? Her scouts did their best. Serewen did what she could to save the moon kingdom. Serewen jumped and did a kick, landing quite awkwardly. She grunted and hit a tree.
"Blast," she said. "My progress is too slow."
Serewen turned and made movements with her arms, concentrating on her speed and momentum. It would be a lot easier if she had a target or a sparing partner. She felt a hand on her shoulder and out of shock; she let out a yell, grabbed the person's arm and swung him over her shoulder. She was shocked to see she had just thrown the Lord of the Wood onto the ground—especially since she didn't know she had the strength.
"Lord Celeborn!" she exclaimed, helping him to his feet. "I am so sorry! Forgive me—I—"
"Ú-moe edaved, Serewen," he said softly. "I did not mean to startle you. I see your skills are improving."
Translation: it is not necessary to forgive
"They are?"
"Yes."
"Why, thank you, my lord."
"How do you feel?" he inquired. "Are you tired?"
She sighed. "Yes, well, my muscles do feel tired. I suppose I have to wait for them to become stronger. What can you tell me of The Fellowship? Can I go with them? I fear they are in need."
"it seems you are not ready to join them as of yet, Serewen," he told her. "When your muscles heal we have to make you a suit of armor and new weapons. But do not worry. They can hold out until you join them."
Serewen nodded. "I just worry—that is all."
"Do you feel you have grieved over the Moon Kingdom enough?" he asked.
"It is still a fresh wound, my lord," she told him. "It was my home for a long time. Much history in that place. So many friends I have lost."
"Your mother didn't speak of it much," he said.
"I know," Serewen said. "It took time for us both to adapt to living to the Moon Kingdom. There were so many changes. But here…I am aloud to fight for what I believe in. They looked down on the Princess fighting."
"We will not stop you from fighting for Middle Earth, Serewen," Celeborn said. "It may take us all to win the wall against Sauron."
Serewen nodded. "Yes. I am sorry, my lord. But I am feeling tired."
"Of course," he said. "Go and take some rest."
--
Serewen practiced with all her weapons—her crystal—her bow—even her hands and feet. The time was drawing near for her to join the fellowship. They would need her assistance soon. She was unaware who would need her the most. As she picked up a sword and sparred with her uncle Rumil, her mind went back to the days of the Moon Kingdom.
Flashback
Sailor Venus was perhaps the best swordfighter on the moon and to add to her skills she was the keeper of the Holy Blade. It was a powerful crystal sword. Sometimes Serewen and Sailor Venus would swordfight together. Serewen was good, but nearly as good as Sailor Venus.
"Princess," Sailor Venus began, bringing down her sword. "You have been improving."
"Thank you, Sailor Venus," said Serewen. "But it seems the sword just is not my type of weapon." She turned the sword around and looked at it. "I just cannot weild it the same way as you."
"Princess, you hold the moon crystal!" Sailor Venus exclaimed, trying not to laugh. "It is the strongest weapon on the moon—perhaps even the whole universe!"
"No, my mother does," Serewen corrected. "I cannot hold it yet."
"But you will soon," Sailor Venus said. "You don't need Sailor Jupiter to show you hand-to-hand combat—or me to show you how to use a sword—you have the Crystal."
"Using the Moon Crystal is dangerous, Sailor Venus," Serewen insisted. "If I use too much power it can kill me. I want to really fight, in a battle with my bow, or sword, or a staff. The Crystal should not be used unless it is needed."
"Your mother will show you how to use it," Sailor Venus said, putting her hand on the princess' shoulder. "So it will not drain all your energy."
Serewen sighed and looked at her sword. She knew the Moon Crystal was going to be handed down to her as well as the crown and throne. She knew it was her birthright. But holding a crystal with a wand in a battle wasn't just the same as a sword, or a spear, or an ax. She wanted to fight like the elves did. Would she ever get her chance?
End Flashback
Serewen stopped and looked at her sword. Her uncle Rumil brought down his sword.
"Something wrong, Serewen?" he inquired.
"I am not good with a blade, am I, Uncle?" she asked, still staring at her sword.
"Of course you are," he told her, "you have improved. Did you not say you practiced with a sword in the Moon Kingdom?"
"Sometimes, with Sailor Venus," Serewen sighed, glancing up to her uncle. "She was the leader of my sailor soldiers back on the moon. Sailor Venus was a very good sword fighter. She owned the Holy Blade—but it was broken in the battle—and she died with the others."
"Serewen," Rumil whispered.
"She said I didn't have to worry about using a sword," she said tearfully, "I had the crystal. It could protect us—but it didn't when Queen Beryl attacked, did it? It stopped Beryl but in the end my home was ruined and I don't know how to use the Crystal! What if the Silver Crystal is the only hope for Middle Earth?" she demanded.
"We will find a way, Serewen," he said softly.
"Mother did not teach me how to use the crystal enough," Serewen said sadly, "I have been trying to practice with it but I cannot harness its power."
"I'm afraid we cannot help you with that," Rumil said.
"I know," Serewen sniffed, "I am sorry. I must remain strong and learn with the weapons the elves know."
Rumil nodded and Serewen glanced back at her sword. "Shall we resume?" he inquired.
"Uncle Rumil," she said, "Sailor Venus was the best sword fighter I knew and I want her to remain that way in my memory. I cannot use a sword. I am afraid I am not good with a blade."
"Serewen…" he began.
"I think long ranged weapons suit me more," she added quickly with a smile. "Do you think so? Father does. Yes, it seems I can only master weapons from a distance—the spear—the bow—even the Moon Crystal."
Rumil sighed and nodded. "Yes, you do show much skill with the bow and polearms. We will practice with them."
"Thank you, Uncle."
--
Serewen practiced hard with the bow and the spear as her main weapons. Fearing that the crystal may be the only hope for Middle Earth, she worked on it for hours and hours. She tried hard to remember what her mother told her and focused on its power. But never having to use it herself on the moon kingdom she wasn't coming anywhere close.
She sighed and decided to try something different. Galadriel's water basin would only show her the past and future of The Fellowship but she had no idea what was happening to them at the given moment. Could she perhaps use the Moon Crystal to show them to her?
Believing it was worth a try, she closed her eyes and focused on The Fellowship for a while. She remembered what she saw in their past and future. She remembered their woes and joys from their history and what awaited them. She thought of their laughs and smiles. She could almost hear Pippin and Merry laughing, each with a pint of ale in their small hobbit hands. Serewen smiled and opened her eyes, holding the crystal out in front of her.
"Moon Crystal, I demand that you show me The Fellowship of the Ring," she said. "Where are they now?"
The crystal glowed but did not show her a thing. She thought for a moment tried again. The crystal still did not show her the fellowship. Believing she had not mastered the crystal enough, she decided to go through the fellowship one at a time.
"Moon Crystal, show me Frodo Baggins, the ring bearer," she said and the crystal hesitated. Then she saw the ring project a silver light and fan out in front of her. In the center of the light, she saw the ring of power side to side on a chain. She saw the chest of Frodo and his face. He was walking and talking to someone. She couldn't hear their words.
"It seems that Frodo is all right," she whispered, studying his face.
"Show me Samwise Gamgee," Serewen commanded.
The image of Frodo disappeared by the silver light remained. Sam's face came into view. He looked to be all right as well. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the crystal.
"Merry Brandybuck," she whispered.
She did not expect to see an unconscious Merry with a cut on the side of his head. She gasped.
"Oh, Merry!" she exclaimed and she put her hand to the picture, but her hand went right through the light. "Merry, what happened?"
Merry's head was bobbing up and down. His arms were in front of him. Someone must be carrying him on its back. But what?
She looked at Merry's face for a while, hoping that he would wake up. She sighed.
"Peregrin Took," she said to the crystal.
The vision of the unconscious Merry closed and Pippin took his place. He was also bouncing in the air but unlike Merry he was awake. Pippin did not look as lively as she remembered. He looked frightened out of his wits. He was looking around and muttering something. If only she could hear them too!
"Pippin, Merry," she frowned. Were they captured? Who took them? Where were they taking them?
Serewen swallowed and looked at her crystal. There were more members of The Fellowship she had to check on.
"Show me Boromir."
The image of Pippin disappeared but Boromir did not come. The silver light only flashed.
"Boromir!" she said clearly.
Nothing. Serewen bit her lip. He must've already tried to take the ring. Did the Fellowship catch him and command him to leave? Did they end up in a fight and had to kill Boromir? A wave of guilt swept over her as she thought about his miserable stay here. Why didn't she try to talk to him? Perhaps she oculd've talked him out of trying to take the ring.
Serewen forced these thoughts to the side. There were still three members she had to check on.
"Show me Gimli."
A tired-looking Gimli appeared in the silver light. The dwarf looked like he was running as fast as his short legs could carry him.
"Aragorn."
Aragorn was also running, looking determined. He glanced down at something in his hand. It was one of the brooches from the Lorien cloaks. Serewen's heart sank. Who did it belong to? Was it ripped off in a battle?
"Legolas," she said.
Her husband's face appeared in the silver light. He was speaking and gazing out to somewhere.
Serewen thought for a moment. He couldn't be alone. Were the dwarf, elf and ranger following the two hobbits? Were they going to try and save them? Serewen felt a flicker of hope inside her heart.
"Please, Legolas," she whispered, "You must save them!"
--
The Fellowship had their minds on Serewen during their times of separation. Frodo remembered her words advice as he and Sam followed Gollum—or Smeagol—to the Black Gate.
"Why did the ring have to come to me?"
"To test your faith and courage, Frodo Baggins. I have faith in you."
Frodo sighed and looked at the ring, careful enough so that neither Gollum nor Sam could see it. Why was it that Serewen had such faith in him when he didn't? Did the rest of the fellowship have faith in him? He remembered the hungry, angry look in Boromir's eyes when he tried to take the ring from him. What happened to Boromir when Frodo took off? What about the rest of The Fellowship? Where were they? Did Merry and Pippin return to the Shire? Was Serewen really going to join them? But how could she if they were separated from one another? Frodo felt so alone without The Fellowship. They were traveling together for such a short time. Then he suddenly remembered something else Serewen told him.
"You are not alone, no matter how much you think you are."He stopped and turned back. He thought for sure he heard her voice.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam inquired, glancing behind him.
"Did you hear that, Sam?" he asked, skimming the grounds around them.
"Hear what?" Sam walked to the Ring Bearer.
"Someone talking…it sounded like Serewen."
"No," Sam answered. "I didn't."
"I was just remembering something she said," Frodo whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed. He didn't really hear her voice. She would have said something different if she had come to them. "I've been thinking of her lately."
"Me too," agreed Sam.
"She will be joining us soon, won't she?" Frodo inquired.
"Of course she will," Sam smiled, shaking his shoulder. "She just has to train some before she leaves."
"We didn't get any training, Sam," Frodo groaned. "We haven't any idea what we are doing."
"It will be all right, Mr. Frodo," Sam insisted.
"She said something to me," Frodo said. "She said I wouldn't be alone."
"And she's right," Sam smiled. "You are not alone. I'm going to be with you and I'm sure the others are doing what they can."
"Hurry, hobbitses!" Gollum called and the hobbits turned back around. Gollum crawled toward them, waving them onward. "We must keep moving. It is not good to linger here—keep moving—yes—yes…."
"Yes, Smeagol," said Frodo and the two hobbits followed their unlikely guide.
--
Because Serewen favored long-ranged weapons the elves made her a special bow made out of silver with beautiful markings. For when she ran out of arrows or she needed something for close range, she had a double-ended spear with the spearheads shaped like crescent moons. Her spear was just perfect for both slicing and piercing and she could shorten it so that she could carry it onto her back. Serewen no longer felt the need to wear her hair as she did on the moon so she cut it to mid-back and plaited it to a single braid. They made her armor made out of chain mail with a half cape like her father's.
As Serewen practiced with her weapons, Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel approached them with her father. "We have received word from Elrond of Rivendell." Lord Celeborn said.
"Yes?" Serewen inquired.
"The people of Rohan are leaving for Helms deep," he continued. "Legolas, Merry and Gimli are with them. Saruman will send an army of ten thousand Uruk-hai to destroy them."
"Ten thousand?" she gasped. "But...Rohan is so small! They don't stand a chance!"
"There was an alliance that existed with both men and elves," said Haldir, "we may go and honor that alliance. You do not have to come if--,"
"What do you mean I do not have to go?" Serewen demanded. "Of course I do! Father, I have already lost the Moon Kingdom and I am not going to let Saruman, or Sauron or a bunch of smelly orcs take my new home away from me!"
Haldir paused and nodded. "I didn't think you would stay behind, Serewen. We must leave quickly. Rohan needs our help."
Serewen hugged Galadriel and Celeborn goodbye and they wished her luck.
As soon as the elves were suited in armor and got their weapons, Haldir lead the army of elves to aid King Theoden's army. Serewen thought about the three fellowship members she would soon see again.
"Legolas—Aragorn—Gimli," she whispered as she marched beside her father, "I am coming. Hold on."
--
Treebeard carried Pippin and Merry through Fangorn forest. Pippin noticed smoke in the air.
"Look, there's smoke from the south," he said.
"There is always smoke rising from Isengard these days," Treebeard groaned.
"Isengard?" Merry inquired.
"There was a time when Saruman would walk in my woods," Treebeard continued. "But now he has a mind of metal and wheels. He no longer cares for growing things."
The two hobbits climbed to the top of Treebeard anc gazed around. Outside the forest they saw thousands of orcs.
"What is it?" Pippin asked.
"Saruman's army," Merry answered regretfully. "The war has started."
Pippin sighed. "Now would be a good time for Serewen to come and help."
"She will, Pippin," said Merry. "She promised us."
--
Legolas doubted that the people of Rohan would survive. He had just argued with Aragorn about it. King Theodean refused to call for aid, believing that no one would come. The people of Rohan were terrified—the children, the women and even the men. They were so outnumbered that some of the young boys had to join in the battle, much to their mothers' dismay.
"I wonder if Serewen will be joining us soon with that crystal of hers," said Gimli. "Now would be a good time. Wouldn't you say, Legolas?"
Legolas looked at the dwarf and sighed. "Perhaps, but I doubt I would like her to see this."
"Shouldn't be anything worse than what she's already seen," Gimli said simply.
"I suppose you're right," Legolas sighed. "I shouldn't have lost my temper at Aragorn."
"What?" Gimli demanded. "You were only saying what you believed would happen and it still might. But if we die, then we die worth fighting for something."
Legolas smiled and nodded. "Come, we have to put on some armor."
"Armor? What armor do they have fit for a dwarf here?"
As the elf and dwarf gathered more weapons and applied armor to themselves, Legolas saw Aragorn arming himself. Legolas walked over to him and handed him his sword.
"We have trusted you this far," Legolas said, "you have not led us astray. Forgive me. I was wrong to despair."
Aragorn placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder. "Ú-moe edaved, Legolas."
(There is nothing to forgive.)
Gimli walked out trying to get his chain mail situated. "By the time I get this atrocity.." he grumbled and the chain mail fell to the floor. "It's a bit too tight around the chest."
The ranger and the elf nodded and they heard a horn. Legolas turned his head to the sound.
"That is no orc horn."
"Send for the King!" exclaimed a soldier. "Open the gates!"
The people of Rohan were astonished yet gladdened to see an army of elves coming htrough the gates. Serewen looked around, wondering where her new friends and husband might be. During the long walk to Helms Deep, she took the time to think about her behavior on their wedding day and realized she should have acted differently. She remembered the many times when Darien frowned on her many attempts to fight in battles or even spar with her sailor soldiers. Legolas was different. He didn't just allow her to fight, he taught her how! And now, her child dream of fighting beside Legolas was just about to come true.
King Theoden rushed out to the elves. Haldir bowed in greeting.
"How is this possible?" the King wondered.
"I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell." Haldir explained. "An alliance once existed between elves and men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance."
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli ran out of the keep and Serewen grinned. From what they looked, they seemed to be well.
"Mae govannen, Haldir!" Aragorn exclaimed.
(Welcome, Haldir!)
Haldir reached out his hand for Aragorn but to his surprise, the ranger embraced him. Serewen giggled at her father's surprise and Aragorn's enthusiasm. She had to agree with him. It was good to see her friends again and to help the Rohans fight.
"You are most welcome," said Aragorn and he looked up to see Serewen smiling. "Serewen?"
"What about me?" she inquired playfully. "Aren't you glad to see me too?"
Aragorn stepped to the girl and hugged her as well. Serewen laughed.
"Herinya," he said, "Le hannon a tholel"
(My lady. Thank you for coming.)
"Carnen an gwend," Serewen said as they parted. "It is good to see you again, Aragorn."
(Done for friendship.)
After hugging her father, Legolas turned to Serewen. Serewen felt slightly nervous and wasn't sure what to say. She was relieved when he spoke.
"Gimli was just saying this would be a good time for you to come," he told her, nodding to the dwarf. Gimli bounced forward, looking pleased.
"Why, I did, didn't I?" he laughed. "Welcome, my lady."
"Thank you," Serewen said to Gimli and she glanced to Legolas. "Legolas—I must apologize for my behavior when you came to Lorien. I am sorry." She frowned and looked at th ground
Legolas smiled and lifted her chin up. "Ú-moe edaved, Serewen. I could have acted better myself."
(There is nothing to forgive, Serewen.)
Serewen smiled back and nodded. "Hannad."
(Thanks!)
"I remembered a time when you were little," Legolas said softly, "you asked if it would be possible we be in battle together."
"You remember?" she inquired, her heart skipping a beat.
"My mind reflected on our past after we left Lorien," he admitted.
"Mine too," she said, feeling heat come to her cheeks.
"A battle is upon us," Legolas said, "and here we are. Are yu ready to fight, Serewen?"
Serewen grinned widely. "I have been ready, Legolas. For so long…"
"You brought a woman with you?" King Theoden asked Haldir. "But she looks so young!"
"This is my daughter, Serewen," Haldir told him. "She has trained hard to join us today."
"I cannot let her fight in this battle," King Theoden said, "for her own safety. She must join the other women in the caves."
"I appreciate your concern, my lord," Serewen said, bowing her head. "But I am quite able for the fight."
"This is no ordinary woman," Gimli told the king, trying not to scowl. "She is the moon princess! Our swords and axes and bows are no match for the Moon Crystal that she possesses."
"Gimli," Serewen began but the dwarf went on.
"If you want your people to survive," Gimli muttered, "you will let her fight. You should feel honored to have the Princess of the Moon to help you in this battle, my king."
Legolas looked at Gimli as if he wasn't sure whether to thank him or hit him. He sighed and looked at Serewen.
"My lord," said Aragorn, "she will not have to be at the front line. She can stand behind the keep to shoot arrows at the orcs."
Serewen turned to Aragorn, "Aragorn, it is much easier for me see what I am shooting at!"
"I will let you know when to fire," he whispered.
Serewen sighed. It still wasn't good enough but she appreciated Aragorn for trying.
"This girl here is worth a hundred men," Aragorn said proudly with his arm around her. Serewen gasped and stared at him. Was he serious?
King Theodean couldn't help but think of his niece Eowyn as he looked at the Moon Princess. Could he send this girl in battle? If she died, he would be responsible. But if what Aragorn and the others said was true, he could use the help. He did not know Serewen or her story. His niece was safe in the caves.
"Very well," said the King. "If ever you wish to stop, you may hide in the caves with the other women."
"Thank you," said Serewen. "But I am through with hiding."
TO Be Continued
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