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"You are sure no Orcs have escaped alive?" King Thranduil questioned concerned.
"Any Orc I have laid eye upon is dead," Legolas assured him.
King Thranduil was sitting on a high throne with his wife by his side. His son, Legolas, and Arwen were standing before him.
Less hour before, Legolas and Arwen were facing a short battle with Orcs and the death of an unknown elf. They had ran quickly to the palace to inform King Thranduil of what had happened.
Legolas looked at Arwen. She was pale and grim. Tearstains could be seen clearly on her face. She was looking down on the floor as if she was ashamed or frightened. She had not said a word since they had arrived at the palace. Legolas then turned to his father questionably.
"Father, why do you think the Orcs was chasing that elf in the first place. It has been many years since an Orc set foot in Mirkwood. It is always said that they are frightened at the thought of Mirkwood and Elves. Who is this elf? He did not look as if he is of our kind. Do you think he was trying to tell us something important?"
Thranduil answered, "You ask many justly questions, my son. The answers to them, I know not."
"I can answer one of the questions," a soft voice broke in. This voice belonged to Arwen. Legolas raised an eyebrow at her. She continued, "This elf belongs to the people of Rivendell. He is Anthuel son of Dorthein. He is my father's most trusted messenger. Forgive me for not revealing this before. I was not altogether sure it was really he. Now I am certain it is. I am deeply grieved for his passing." Thranduil looked at her. "All is forgiven. We are all grieved, but we must move on. It is now a thing of the past. There are other worse worries of this world." He then turned Legolas.
"Another question remains, why is he here?"
Suddenly a loud knock came from the large, bright, slivery doors behind Arwen and Legolas.
"Enter!" Thranduil said loudly.
A tall, bold elf emerged from behind the opening doors. "Pardon me, My Lord and My Lady, but I have brought news. A letter has been found a on the unknown elf. It is addressed to you from King Elrond of Rivendell." "Bring it forth," said Thranduil. The elf handed the King a roll of parchment, tied carefully with a thin, golden line of thread. He then bowed and walked out of the room. Thranduil untied the delicate thread and unrolled the parchment. He read aloud:
Dear King Thranduil and Lady,
Evil has fallen upon Rivendell. My foresight tells me that Orcs are planning to attack soon. I fear that we will be outnumbered. I am in need of your help. Please keep my daughter safe and to let my messenger rest for a while in Mirkwood I am sure he is very tired from his long journey. Thank you.
King Elrond of Rivendell
King Thranduil set the letter aside. Darkness had fallen upon his face. Arwen was deeply worried for her father.
"We must attend quickly to my father's plea. There is no way of telling the time it took for Anthuel to arrive in Mirkwood. There may be a chance Rivendell is under attack at this very moment!" she said impatiently.
Thranduil answered wearily, "Very well." He called his messenger to him. "Tell Amrus to prepare our armed forces for a long journey tomorrow at dawn. We will be going into battle in Rivendell." The messenger bowed and quickly left the room. Thranduil then turned to Legolas and Arwen. "Tomorrow, at dawn, you will lead our armed forces to Rivendell. Be prepared to leave -" His wife interrupted him. It was the first time she had talked at the meeting.
"Is it wise to send our only son and Elrond's only daughter on such a dangerous task? They are still very young."
Elrond looked at her sternly, "Legolas has been on riskier tasks than this. As for Arwen, it is almost impossible to keep her away from protecting her father. We may be able to keep her here if we chain her to her bed and lock her in her room. That, of course, will not be necessary. She will go along with Legolas."
Arwen added, "My Lady, I will give anything to be there to protect my father. I love him too dearly to lose him."
Thranduil's wife finally said with defeat, "I suppose it will essential to send both of them. After all, keeping Arwen away from her father is like taking her life away and Legolas would never let her go alone."
Thranduil, said, "All is settled then." He then said to Arwen and Legolas, "I suggest you two rest well. You have a long journey ahead of you."
Early the next morning, Arwen waited patiently for Legolas at the front gate of the palace. In the distance, the sun could barely be seen rising from behind the mountains. Arwen glanced around a little bit. She finally saw Legolas riding on a silvery looking horse. Beside him was another very white horse. He soon stopped a few feet away from her and jumped off his horse. Arwen picked up her bag from the ground. In the bag was everything she needed for the journey. It was as light as a feather. The Elves of Rivendell handcrafted it. The bag was made of a light blue material, and was made especially for long voyages; it made even the heaviest load seem very light.
Legolas asked her, "Are you ready to leave for home?" Arwen nodded. Legolas walked over to the white horse and caressed its back gently." The horse shook its sleek dark mane. "You will be riding this horse. He is very tame and quick in speed. He is very easy to handle," Legolas said to Arwen. Arwen nodded once again. Legolas looked at her strangely, "You are very quiet this morning."
She said, "I am sorry. I have a lot on my mind."
"It is quite alright. It is silly of me to think you are in a good mood," he said ashamed. He then noticed her bag. "Would you like me take your bag to the luggage horses?" Arwen handed her bag to Legolas.
"Thank you."
They both climbed upon their horses.
"Everyone is meeting at the east entrance. I will meet you there," Legolas said. He then added with a smile. "Arwen you really must cheer up a bit. Someone wise and kind told me to think more positive. That someone is not even following her own advice."
He laughed and rode off. Arwen smiled thinking about when she said that to Legolas not to long ago.
'It surprises me that he still remembers. He is right. I should not give advice if I am not going to follow it myself,' she said to herself. She then rode to the west entrance.
When she arrived at the entrance, hundreds upon hundreds of male elves were sitting on grey horses chatting softly amongst each other. Arwen could see Legolas and his father having in a deep conversation in the very front of all of the elves. Arwen rode up to them. As soon as she reached them, they quickly stopped their conversation and turned to the large crowd of elves. Thranduil spoke loudly.
"Everyone is finally here! I will not be with you on this journey, for I have business of my own here. I am leaving my son, Legolas, and King Elrond's daughter, Arwen, in charge. They will lead you to Rivendell. I hope you have a victorious battle and a safe journey. May your ways be green and golden. Farewell!" He turned to Arwen. "I am confident that you will be victorious in this battle." Arwen jumped off of her horse and hugged the King.
"Thank you for everything. You and the Lady have been very kind to me. There is nothing I could give that would put me out of your debt."
Thranduil smiled and replied, "You have also been very kind. I hope I will see you again very soon. If not, may the leaves of your life tree never turn brown."
Arwen quickly climbed upon her horse and waved farewell to Thranduil. Legolas waved to his father. He started to ride off at a great speed into the path that lead into Mirkwood forest and out of the palace. Arwen and the large horde of elves followed him.
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Maria: Thank you for reviewing, ur such a sweetheart. well, now u know who the elf is, who died. I can't wait to see ur review for this chapter!