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CH.3
Celeborn released a barely contained groan as everything around him came into focus. The first thing he was aware of was the throbbing ache in the back of his head where he had struck it against the hard wooden planks when the boat had jolted against one of the great waves.
The storm had grown ever worse as they approached, and yet the ship remained on its current course nevertheless, pushing past the wind and rain, and past the tidal waves that threatened to drown them. A particularly rough tidal wave had jostled the boat so hard that it had knocked the entire company to the floor, sending them crashing into darkness with the unexpected jolt which caused them all to strike their heads.
Now, though, everything seemed motionless. There was no rocking of the ship, nor was there the distinct sound of thunder. The Lord of the Wood could scarcely here the twittering of birds, as well as a barely audible breeze.
The Elf Lord blinked several times more to help clear his vision, before rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself on to his hands and knees and rising to unsteady feet. Apparently he had been the only one yet to rise, he thought as he scanned his eyes over his companions.
He instinctively rushed over to his beloved wife's side when he noticed her sprawled across the wooden floor where shy lay, pale eyes shut against the world around her, her fair face completely blank in her unconscious state. With a light hand on her shoulder, and a hushed tone, he gently roused her.
"Galadriel, my dear, come, you must wake. Galadriel," a meek moan answered his response as the Lady of the Wood shifted as she began to wake, blinking dazedly up at her husband's concerned face.
"Celeborn," she murmured as he took her by the hand to help her rise, his free hand upon the small of her back. "Where...?"
"I do not know," the silver haired Elf replied with a shake of his head. "But something tells me we are far from home."
"I hear the chirping of birds," the she-Elf said after a moment of silence. "The boat is still."
"Yes, I believe we have reached shore," An audible groan interrupted him from speaking further, and both Elves glanced over to where Gandalf struggled to his feet, using his staff to push himself up, his hand rubbing absently at his aching head. "Mithrandir," Celeborn greeted as he and his beloved rose. "How do you fare?"
"I've felt better," the Maia grumbled, taking a moment to gaze about the lower deck and to each of the still figures, and both Elves could tell by his expression that the wizard knew they had stopped, though he said naught of it. "Wake the others."
The Elves did as they were bid, and together the three wandered around the room, each rousing a figure from sleep, and in turn, each awoken individual would assist in waking the still sleeping Elves.
Legolas was the last to wake as an insistent, yet gentle hand shook his arm. "Awake, Legolas," the Elven prince faintly heard Glorfindel's powerful voice as his mind wandered into consciousness. "We have reached shore. Come on, now."
"Lord Glorfindel," he murmured with a hint of disorientation, pushing himself into a sitting position as his eyes wandered about. "In what land have we docked upon?"
The Balrog slayer merely shrugged at the inquiry. "I know not, penneth. A place far from Valinor, I gather."
Legolas nodded in momentary satisfaction with the answer, an action he quickly regretted when his head began to pound unmercifully. "Ai," he moaned as he squinted his eyes shut, his hand rubbing absently at his temples. "What has happened?"
"Apparently we were all knocked unconscious when a tidal wave struck the ship, and from the feel of things, we have been asleep for many a day," The Wizard answered as the rest of the company gathered around him. "It seems that Ulmo has brought us to where we ought to be, after all."
"Perhaps," Erestor murmured, though a hint of doubt was evident in his voice. "What ought we to do now?"
"We look around," Glorfindel replied, already heading to the latter which lead to the outer deck. "See what this new land has to offer."
"Are you mad?" the councilor exclaimed, whirling around to meet the eager gaze of the seneschal. "We have no idea what lies yonder."
"And we shall never know, lest we explore the terrain," the golden-haired Elf persisted, before he ascended the latter with graceful vigor, and opened the hatch, allowing a bright ray of sunshine to brighten the dully lit room.
When Gandalf released an irritated sigh but did not protest, Legolas presumed his reaction as reluctant consent and followed closely behind the elder Elf, his youthful curiosity taking a strong hold over his will. When he reached the main deck and jogged up to where Glorfindel stood overlooking the helm, his face became a measure of awe as his eyes scanned over the horizon.
The ship had washed up upon the banks of a river, how they had escaped the ocean to end up there, neither Elf would ever know, but in his heart, Legolas felt that The Valar were responsible. Perhaps Mithrandir's faith in Ulmo was well placed, for only he, other than Iluvatar himself, could be responsible for such a deed, and control the waters to carry them where they were destined to go.
Before them, lay a great forest dominated by pine and oak trees, and the grass was long, and a healthy shade of dark green. Birds sang happily in the trees, ancient by standards of men, but only mere saplings to the Elven people. Squirrels chased one another happily through the grass, while the odd rabbit would sit on its haunches overlooking its surroundings warily, eyes shifting and ears twitching in opposite directions. No longer was the sky darkened by rain clouds, instead the bright rays of Anor illuminating the world around them.
The land was breathtaking, and the young prince could not help but imagine himself back home in Eryn Lasgalen. Footsteps brought him out of his reverie, and he glanced behind him as the rest of the company approached.
"Eru, and Elbereth," Erestor swore under his breath. "Where in Middle-Earth are we?"
"I very much doubt we are in Middle-Earth at all," Elrond replied as he gazed around him in wonder.
"Indeed," Gandalf murmured. After a brief silence, he turned to the others. "Come, we cannot linger in this place. We must gather what supplies we have left, and go in search for food and shelter."
"That would be the best course of action," Galadriel agreed with a simple nod of her head.
That said, the Maia and the Elves relocated back into the lower decks of the ship, rummaging satchels and supplies. The only weapons aboard the boat were daggers, and though they were a far cry away from what they would normally handle, they each strapped one to their belts anyhow, satisfied that they would serve their purpose.
Taking only what they needed, the small party hoisted a satchel each over their shoulders before taking leave of the grey ship that Legolas and Gimli had built long ago. Were it not so badly damaged, they may have had more use of it, but as it was, they boat was damaged beyond repair.
"First things first," The White Wizard announced as he and the company traveled up the small hill which lead into the forest. "It has been days since any of us has had a decent meal. I doubt I am the only one among us who craves for a bite to eat."
"Mayhap I could carve a spear," Elrond suggested as he selected a fair sized stick from the ground, examining it thoroughly. "And hunt some fish ere we depart the river."
"I had spotted some apple trees in the distance on yonder," Legolas added as he regarded the forest with a point of his finger. "I will fetch some for us."
"I will accompany you, Thranduilion. I don't very much like the idea of us being separated," The Lady of Light responded, and though Legolas opened his mouth to protest, a stern look settling Galadriel's resolve silenced him.
"As you wish, my lady," the Elven prince relented with a bow of his head.
"Very well. Lord Celeborn, Erestor and I shall remain and set up camp for the night. Return before sunset, and we will decide from there on where we shall head," Gandalf explained to the small group. "Be careful, all of you. We cannot tell what dangers lie in this new world. Should anything seem amiss, report back immediately. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Mithrandir," Elrond replied before he and Glorfindel headed back down to the river, already in the process of carving sharp edges into their sticks with their knives.
Nodding at her husband, the Wizard, and the advisor, Galadriel and Legolas walked onward in search of the apple trees the prince had spoke of, while the remaining individuals turned and began salvaging what they could to create a descent shelter for the night.
Penneth: young one
Thranduilion: son of Thranduil
(A/N): Sorry this chapter took so long guys, I know it's short, and I know I took forever to post it, but a lot's been going on lately. There has been a recent death in my family, and so I really haven't been up to writing, and also my other fic on Adultfanfiction.net has taken a lot out of me as well, so please bear with me for a while longer.
Reviews:
LOTRFaith: Well I'm glad you haven't completely forgotten about me. I'm happy that you were happy that I updated ( Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well.
Smushed Pea: Thank you very much, happy to know this fic is being enjoyed. Yeah, I know what you mean, Glorfindel is one of my favorite characters, too. I was pretty disappointed that he wasn't in the movie ( Ah well, at least there are those who appreciate him.
Xiad Rusco: Thank you, and don't worry, I will continue.
Athena Diagon Cat: LOL, yes, lucky Elves, they don't get motion sickness, unlike us petty mortals.
Demee: Thank you. A Legolas/OC? Hmm.... I don't know, I'll have to think about it. We'll see, maybe I'll surprise you, but even if I do decide on it, it won't be for a loooong time yet.
DreaminofLorien: Thank you again, glad you liked it. Did this chapter live up to your expectations as well, I hope? I tried to get this chapter up as soon as I could, but like I said, a lot's been happening lately.
Erestor: Yeah, I hate to say it, but Elves seem to have a lot more faith than humans do. I dunno, maybe that's just me. Yes, poor Elrond, you gotta love him. And poor Thranduil, too, he's so awesome. I'm such a bitch, aren't I? Don't worry, eventually you'll see why the said Elves and Gandalf have been spared. Lol, don't worry, I'll watch out for that 'orb' thing if it bothers you so much.
CH.3
Celeborn released a barely contained groan as everything around him came into focus. The first thing he was aware of was the throbbing ache in the back of his head where he had struck it against the hard wooden planks when the boat had jolted against one of the great waves.
The storm had grown ever worse as they approached, and yet the ship remained on its current course nevertheless, pushing past the wind and rain, and past the tidal waves that threatened to drown them. A particularly rough tidal wave had jostled the boat so hard that it had knocked the entire company to the floor, sending them crashing into darkness with the unexpected jolt which caused them all to strike their heads.
Now, though, everything seemed motionless. There was no rocking of the ship, nor was there the distinct sound of thunder. The Lord of the Wood could scarcely here the twittering of birds, as well as a barely audible breeze.
The Elf Lord blinked several times more to help clear his vision, before rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself on to his hands and knees and rising to unsteady feet. Apparently he had been the only one yet to rise, he thought as he scanned his eyes over his companions.
He instinctively rushed over to his beloved wife's side when he noticed her sprawled across the wooden floor where shy lay, pale eyes shut against the world around her, her fair face completely blank in her unconscious state. With a light hand on her shoulder, and a hushed tone, he gently roused her.
"Galadriel, my dear, come, you must wake. Galadriel," a meek moan answered his response as the Lady of the Wood shifted as she began to wake, blinking dazedly up at her husband's concerned face.
"Celeborn," she murmured as he took her by the hand to help her rise, his free hand upon the small of her back. "Where...?"
"I do not know," the silver haired Elf replied with a shake of his head. "But something tells me we are far from home."
"I hear the chirping of birds," the she-Elf said after a moment of silence. "The boat is still."
"Yes, I believe we have reached shore," An audible groan interrupted him from speaking further, and both Elves glanced over to where Gandalf struggled to his feet, using his staff to push himself up, his hand rubbing absently at his aching head. "Mithrandir," Celeborn greeted as he and his beloved rose. "How do you fare?"
"I've felt better," the Maia grumbled, taking a moment to gaze about the lower deck and to each of the still figures, and both Elves could tell by his expression that the wizard knew they had stopped, though he said naught of it. "Wake the others."
The Elves did as they were bid, and together the three wandered around the room, each rousing a figure from sleep, and in turn, each awoken individual would assist in waking the still sleeping Elves.
Legolas was the last to wake as an insistent, yet gentle hand shook his arm. "Awake, Legolas," the Elven prince faintly heard Glorfindel's powerful voice as his mind wandered into consciousness. "We have reached shore. Come on, now."
"Lord Glorfindel," he murmured with a hint of disorientation, pushing himself into a sitting position as his eyes wandered about. "In what land have we docked upon?"
The Balrog slayer merely shrugged at the inquiry. "I know not, penneth. A place far from Valinor, I gather."
Legolas nodded in momentary satisfaction with the answer, an action he quickly regretted when his head began to pound unmercifully. "Ai," he moaned as he squinted his eyes shut, his hand rubbing absently at his temples. "What has happened?"
"Apparently we were all knocked unconscious when a tidal wave struck the ship, and from the feel of things, we have been asleep for many a day," The Wizard answered as the rest of the company gathered around him. "It seems that Ulmo has brought us to where we ought to be, after all."
"Perhaps," Erestor murmured, though a hint of doubt was evident in his voice. "What ought we to do now?"
"We look around," Glorfindel replied, already heading to the latter which lead to the outer deck. "See what this new land has to offer."
"Are you mad?" the councilor exclaimed, whirling around to meet the eager gaze of the seneschal. "We have no idea what lies yonder."
"And we shall never know, lest we explore the terrain," the golden-haired Elf persisted, before he ascended the latter with graceful vigor, and opened the hatch, allowing a bright ray of sunshine to brighten the dully lit room.
When Gandalf released an irritated sigh but did not protest, Legolas presumed his reaction as reluctant consent and followed closely behind the elder Elf, his youthful curiosity taking a strong hold over his will. When he reached the main deck and jogged up to where Glorfindel stood overlooking the helm, his face became a measure of awe as his eyes scanned over the horizon.
The ship had washed up upon the banks of a river, how they had escaped the ocean to end up there, neither Elf would ever know, but in his heart, Legolas felt that The Valar were responsible. Perhaps Mithrandir's faith in Ulmo was well placed, for only he, other than Iluvatar himself, could be responsible for such a deed, and control the waters to carry them where they were destined to go.
Before them, lay a great forest dominated by pine and oak trees, and the grass was long, and a healthy shade of dark green. Birds sang happily in the trees, ancient by standards of men, but only mere saplings to the Elven people. Squirrels chased one another happily through the grass, while the odd rabbit would sit on its haunches overlooking its surroundings warily, eyes shifting and ears twitching in opposite directions. No longer was the sky darkened by rain clouds, instead the bright rays of Anor illuminating the world around them.
The land was breathtaking, and the young prince could not help but imagine himself back home in Eryn Lasgalen. Footsteps brought him out of his reverie, and he glanced behind him as the rest of the company approached.
"Eru, and Elbereth," Erestor swore under his breath. "Where in Middle-Earth are we?"
"I very much doubt we are in Middle-Earth at all," Elrond replied as he gazed around him in wonder.
"Indeed," Gandalf murmured. After a brief silence, he turned to the others. "Come, we cannot linger in this place. We must gather what supplies we have left, and go in search for food and shelter."
"That would be the best course of action," Galadriel agreed with a simple nod of her head.
That said, the Maia and the Elves relocated back into the lower decks of the ship, rummaging satchels and supplies. The only weapons aboard the boat were daggers, and though they were a far cry away from what they would normally handle, they each strapped one to their belts anyhow, satisfied that they would serve their purpose.
Taking only what they needed, the small party hoisted a satchel each over their shoulders before taking leave of the grey ship that Legolas and Gimli had built long ago. Were it not so badly damaged, they may have had more use of it, but as it was, they boat was damaged beyond repair.
"First things first," The White Wizard announced as he and the company traveled up the small hill which lead into the forest. "It has been days since any of us has had a decent meal. I doubt I am the only one among us who craves for a bite to eat."
"Mayhap I could carve a spear," Elrond suggested as he selected a fair sized stick from the ground, examining it thoroughly. "And hunt some fish ere we depart the river."
"I had spotted some apple trees in the distance on yonder," Legolas added as he regarded the forest with a point of his finger. "I will fetch some for us."
"I will accompany you, Thranduilion. I don't very much like the idea of us being separated," The Lady of Light responded, and though Legolas opened his mouth to protest, a stern look settling Galadriel's resolve silenced him.
"As you wish, my lady," the Elven prince relented with a bow of his head.
"Very well. Lord Celeborn, Erestor and I shall remain and set up camp for the night. Return before sunset, and we will decide from there on where we shall head," Gandalf explained to the small group. "Be careful, all of you. We cannot tell what dangers lie in this new world. Should anything seem amiss, report back immediately. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Mithrandir," Elrond replied before he and Glorfindel headed back down to the river, already in the process of carving sharp edges into their sticks with their knives.
Nodding at her husband, the Wizard, and the advisor, Galadriel and Legolas walked onward in search of the apple trees the prince had spoke of, while the remaining individuals turned and began salvaging what they could to create a descent shelter for the night.
Penneth: young one
Thranduilion: son of Thranduil
(A/N): Sorry this chapter took so long guys, I know it's short, and I know I took forever to post it, but a lot's been going on lately. There has been a recent death in my family, and so I really haven't been up to writing, and also my other fic on Adultfanfiction.net has taken a lot out of me as well, so please bear with me for a while longer.
Reviews:
LOTRFaith: Well I'm glad you haven't completely forgotten about me. I'm happy that you were happy that I updated ( Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well.
Smushed Pea: Thank you very much, happy to know this fic is being enjoyed. Yeah, I know what you mean, Glorfindel is one of my favorite characters, too. I was pretty disappointed that he wasn't in the movie ( Ah well, at least there are those who appreciate him.
Xiad Rusco: Thank you, and don't worry, I will continue.
Athena Diagon Cat: LOL, yes, lucky Elves, they don't get motion sickness, unlike us petty mortals.
Demee: Thank you. A Legolas/OC? Hmm.... I don't know, I'll have to think about it. We'll see, maybe I'll surprise you, but even if I do decide on it, it won't be for a loooong time yet.
DreaminofLorien: Thank you again, glad you liked it. Did this chapter live up to your expectations as well, I hope? I tried to get this chapter up as soon as I could, but like I said, a lot's been happening lately.
Erestor: Yeah, I hate to say it, but Elves seem to have a lot more faith than humans do. I dunno, maybe that's just me. Yes, poor Elrond, you gotta love him. And poor Thranduil, too, he's so awesome. I'm such a bitch, aren't I? Don't worry, eventually you'll see why the said Elves and Gandalf have been spared. Lol, don't worry, I'll watch out for that 'orb' thing if it bothers you so much.