Chapter Three: Family Of Feanar

Feanar, Celgalad, and Elgorn walked into a large clearing of the forest. A waterfall fell on the far side of the clearing. Beside the fall was a brilliant looking iron gate. It glinted a light gray in the light, its outside wall decorated with leafs. Rhunangando was its name, dwelling place of the elves of Ithilien. It's one purpose was to keep watch on the crossroad of Gondor. Feanar, Elgorn and, Celgalad approached the wall.

"Will you do the honors?" Celgalad did a stupid looking motion towards the bell on top of the gate. Feanar scowled at Celgalad and lifted Lhunluva. Placing an arrow to the string, he called to the guard beside the bell.

"Feanar, son of Legolas, requests entrance to Rhunangando!" Feanar let the arrow fly. It hit the bell with a reverberating gong. A moment later, a silver rope came down over the side of the gate. Feanar grabbed it and started to climb.

When all three elves were on the gate, Feanar turned to the guard, Elford. Elford's golden armor glinted in the rising sun. He saluted Feanar and Feanar retuned this welcome with a nod.

"You are just in time to calm your father down again." Elford said, "He is in the mood to travel, and I heard that you are the one whom calms him."

"Sometimes I do … yet at times I wish to go with him and it is Gilraen who calms us both." A shout came from the grounds on the inside of the gate.

"What was that?" Elgorn asked, raising an eyebrow. Celgalad and Elford both shook their heads, but Feanar smiled.

"Legolas." He said simply. Seconds later, two elves entered the guard tower. One was tall and blond, with deep blue eyes. He was Legolas, Feanar's father. The other was shorter then all the elves in the room at the time, with raven black hair and green eyes. This elf was Feanar's twin sister Gilraen. They were arguing in the elfish language of Quenya.

"They only just got back, they need time to see their families…" Gilraen said

"How many times have we got to go over this, their families moved back to Greenwood, but they stayed." Legolas interrupted.

"They need time to rest…"

"Aragorn will not wait for a long time. He was never one to wait on anyone. He will start without us."

"What will Lord Aragorn not wait to start?" Feanar asked, changing the language to that of Sindarian so his friends could understand. Elgorn and Celgalad's confusion cleared up right away.

"He has called a meeting at the White City. He wants us there within the week." Legolas replied. His face was full of concern and worry about an unknown thing. "I want all three of you to come. You two…" He turned to Celgalad and Elgorn. "You need not to come if you don't want." Gilraen let out a noise that resembled an angry orc. "Look, daughter, I need your brother to be there."

"I would go anyway, Gilraen." Feanar said to his sister. "I feel a need to get out of the confined areas still."

"There is no way I am going to be left behind, not on a thing this important." Elgorn said.

"Nothing like four elves tracking though the fields together!" Celgalad exclaimed.

"OK… OK … you are all going. I shall have food sent up to your rooms to refill your restless packs. I still wish that one of you would stay, I want to go once." This comment caused all to laugh. As the young elves started out, Legolas stayed behind.

"Please don't tell this to anyone, Elford." Elford saluted.

By nightfall, the four elves were on the path leading to the crossroads. A full moon rose into clouds that came over the mountain range between Ithilien and Mordor. Feanar glanced uneasily at the clouds. Legolas noticed Feanar staring at the clouds. He glanced at them too.

"You noticed them as well, I see." Legolas said quietly.

"It looks more like smoke then clouds." Feanar commented.

"True."

"Just like my dream…" Legolas's eyes flicked to his son, and stared hard.

"What dream?" His voice was a forced calm, but the younger elves could all hear the sharpness of worry and caution. Feanar told him in detail about the Balrog. Silence fell for a second, then Legolas said, with his voice naught a whisper, "You are not the only one to have seen this dream." Feanar, Elgorn, and Celgalad all looked at Legolas in alarm. The young face was lined with worry and the eyes that usually held laughter in them were distant, and dark. "That is the reason Aragorn is calling this council. Arwen, Aragorn and their son all saw it, along with many from Rohan and the North. The thing that disturbs me the most is that it seems those of high blood are the only ones to see it." Legolas quickened his pace.

"We must be at Minas Tirith now. Run, run!"