Chapter Twelve: Vanyaleuthil on the Anduin, and the Breaking of the Fellowship
Vanyaleuthil awoke the next day in Legolas's arms. She sighed daintily and kissed his cheek. Legolas's beautiful blue eyes lost their staring look of Elven sleep and looked deep into Vanyaleuthil's own beautiful eyes with the small stars in their centers.
"I love you," he breathed out.
Vanyaleuthil sat in a boat with Legolas. Alone. His hand was around her tiny waist as she slowly paddled down the Anduin River. Since that magical night they had shared, Legolas did not want to put any space between Vanyaleuthil and himself.
Vanyaleuthil wore a dark red silk riding skirt that went barely past her sexy backside. Underneath, she wore tight black leggings that had gold embroidery in the shape of diamonds up the sides. Tiny red beads were sewn into the corner of each diamond. On top, she wore a forming-fitting ¾-length black shirt with a tight crimson vest that went slightly past her bust. It was embroidered with gold gems and flowers, and was clasped with buttons of black and white pearls. Her boots were black with tiny rubies surrounded by smaller pearls on top. She wore her hair in a ponytail tied with a black ribbon with a white pearl in it. The ponytail was divided into six sections, all braided perfectly and tied off with golden silk ribbons. She wore a tiny ring of rubies and black pearls set in gold about her soft, silver-gold hair. She wore small ruby earrings in the shape of hearts that dangled from a short golden chain. As always, the Harma Mela was about her slender neck, sparkling like all the stars of the sky in a glass. She was so beautiful.
The Fellowship paddled on until they stopped on a rocky beach. "We shall hide the boats and continue on foot."
"No, Aragorn," Vanyaleuthil corrected him gently, looking around at the bushes, "Something draws near, I can feel it."
Legolas glanced around and nodded. "Yes, Vanyaleuthil is right…"
"We will approach Mordor from the north."
Gimli sputtered in protest but was soon forgotten when Pippin said, "Where's Frodo?"
"Where's Boromir?" Vanyaleuthil asked, concern marring her musical voice. "I'll go find him," she said.
Legolas tried to follow her, but she ran swifter than a deer, and she was lost in the wood.
Worry gripped his heart. He had just discovered his one true love; he couldn't lose her now…
"Give me the ring! It could be mine! It should be mine!" Boromir shouted as Vanyaleuthil watched, hidden behind a tree. A wind picked up. Vanyaleuthil felt frozen as poor little Frodo disappeared and Boromir lunged around yelling.
"Boromir!" she cried musically. "Boromir! What are you doing?" Boromir turned around and, his eyes full of madness, leapt at Vanyaleuthil and started to bite her ears. In a second, he was flat on his back and quite startled. Vanyaleuthil held her long, beautiful jeweled dagger to his throat. Boromir was shocked. He had never expected her to refuse him!
"I am Princess Vanyaleuthil Ancalima Noldowen Gilelee Vanya-ng'ante Alfirin Fair-Gem Angel Wise-Woman Star-Eyes Beautiful-Harp Small-Golden-Flower! My body belongs to me alone! The only one who may share it is Prince Legolas!" she wept beautifully.
"Wh—what do you mean?" sneered Boromir. "Oh, I see! You and Legolas…" a horrible grin came to his face.
He tried to grab her again but she leapt out of his reach, did a back handspring and landed several yards away with her one of her silver arrows pointed at him all before he could blink. The stars on her bows gleamed and her eyes narrowed.
"I will not have to kill if you stop this madness, Boromir," she said, her sweet voice filled with potential anger.
"You could not," he sneered, stepping towards Vanyaleuthil.
Suddenly, Vanyaleuthil screamed gracefully, "WATCH OUT!" She pushed Boromir down to the ground as a black-feathered arrow whizzed by both their heads. In a split second Vanyaleuthil had pulled out her sword. Indigo diamond flashed, opals glowed, diamonds glinted, pearls shone. The magical mithril blade hewed Orc after Orc. The platinum lettering on the blade was shining.
Boromir joined the fight, though Vanyaleuthil could have easily survived the fight against 250+ Orcs alone. She did a backflip to avoid being hit by an arrow. Before she knew it, Legolas had joined the fight.
"Legolas, watch out!" Vanyaleuthil cried as Legolas narrowly missed being sliced by a sword.
From the corner of her eye, Vanyaleuthil saw Orcs seize Merry and Pippin.
"NO!" she cried tearfully. They were so innocent and sweet…they did not deserve the fate the doubtless awaiting them…unless Vanyaleuthil did something…
She flung her dagger into the back of the Orc carrying Merry. It fell instantly, dead, but another picked up the frightened little hobbit.
Vanyaleuthil bounded over the ground like a stag.
"No, Vanyaleuthil!" Legolas screamed, "No!"
She stopped her running as she saw Frodo on the shore of the Anduin. "Frodo," she whispered. "You must go. Destroy the Ring." She kissed him on the cheek and smiled dazzlingly at him. Frodo's heart fluttered as Vanyaleuthil sprang gracefully off into the wood. Soon she saw Sam running wildly after Frodo and smiled. She knew Frodo and Sam could stand the power of the Ring, with their friendship to hold them together.