Author's note ~ This story takes place about a thousand years before "Fellowship of the Ring".
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"Sun Star ~ Child of Light"
Chapter III ~ "Destiny Made"
Three days and two nights had passed, and Legolas had seen nothing of Anorel in his dreams. He was becoming concerned; no, he had been concerned for some time now. He was worried. Legolas was so caught up in his own thoughts that he failed to notice the dark shape looming before him.
"Legolas? Are you all right?"
Legolas blinked, his mind registering the tall shape of his older brother, Eithon. "Yes. I am fine." But as soon as the words left him, he groaned, knowing that his brother could see right through them.
Eithon raised an unbelieving eyebrow, smiling at his younger brother. "To this day, you cannot lie to me, Legolas. It simply is not possible. What is troubling you?"
Legolas walked out onto a nearby terrace before he answered, using the time to consider his response. "Life is troubling me, brother. It is hard to believe that even fate herself could be so cruel as this."
Eithon leaned against the railing, ignoring the dark brown hair that was fluttering around his face in the warm evening breeze. "You speak of Anorel, do you not?"
"Father told you," Legolas said softly, knowing the truth ere his brother spoke. "I am not surprised."
"If you wish to know why the Valar picked some Elves to live in peace and others to be subject to torment, I fear I have no answer to give you. I myself do not understand their reasoning." Eithon smiled softly, touching his younger brother's shoulder. "But you are kind-hearted, Legolas. Perhaps that will serve you well in the coming days."
Legolas sighed, turning to Eithon. There was concern in his brother's eyes, and Legolas could not help but smile back. "Thank you, Eithon. Your words do help, even if they do not offer me any answers." Legolas looked out over again, watching the sun sink behind low, dark, clouds. "I should retire, brother. I have much to think about."
Eithon nodded, catching his brother in a quick hug. "Sleep well, little brother."
If anyone other than Eithon had called him `little brother', Legolas would have taken great offense. But instead, he hugged his brother back and walked away. A few minutes later, he nodded to his guards and pushed open the doors to his chambers. His bedroom was dimly lit with many candles, but he liked it that way. Too much light was distracting, especially when he wanted to have an uninterrupted sleep, as he did tonight.
Lighting flashed outside and Legolas glanced out at the sky. The clouds had moved in and were dropping large raindrops. He pulled his balcony doors closed and sighed.
Legolas walked over to his dresser and pulled open the doors. He pulled off his shirt and hung it up, picking up his night clothes. Slipping them on, Legolas slid the sheets back on his bed and lay down, taking a deep breath. He slowly drifted off into the land of dreams.
He was in Mirkwood, the same place that he had been when he first met Anorel. Legolas glanced around, and he groaned. Anorel was there, but she was curled up into a ball at the foot of a tall oak tree. Legolas crossed over to her quickly, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"Anorel!" he whispered, kneeling beside her.
Anorel shuddered, lifting her head slightly. Her face was deathly pale, and there was fear in her hazel eyes. "What?" she breathed brokenly, as though every word cost her great pain. Anorel gazed at Legolas and pushed her blonde hair away from her face. "Legolas," she said quietly, tears sparkling in her eyes.
"What is it?" he said, laying a hand on her cheek and brushing away the tears that lay there.
She pushed herself up off the ground slowly and braced herself against the tree trunk, wincing in pain and unconsciously laying a hand on her stomach.
Legolas watched her and shook his head, pushing her hand away. Carefully, Legolas pressed his fingers to her sides, narrowing his eyes as he felt gaps where there should not be gaps. Anorel hissed in pain, turning her head away.
"Broken ribs," he murmured, leaning back. "Do you have any other injuries?"
Anorel shook her head, her eyes closed tightly against the onslaught of pain. "No, I think the broken ribs are enough."
He sat beside her, chuckling dryly. "I agree, Anorel. Is there anything that I can do to help?"
She glanced at him, tears dripping down her cheeks. Anorel bit her lip and slid closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. "You can stay with me," she whispered tiredly. "The Orcs will wake me up soon, I can feel it. But until then, I want to be happy."
Legolas slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, realizing that he had to tell her. "My father and I spoke a few days ago, and he told me about your family. You have a father, a sister, and two brothers, but they do not know that you still live."
"Perhaps that is for the best," she whispered. "I do not want to cause them pain with my death, as it is near at hand."
He glanced down at her in surprise. "Why say that? Is there no hope of escape?"
"If I am taken into Sauron's throne room one more time," she said, "I will not come out again alive."
"Then why do you not attempt escape? Is there no way out of Barad-Dur?" Legolas asked, feeling worry creep up on him again.
Her next words chilled him straight to the heart. "Not for me, save in death. Elves are creatures of light, yet I have lived in darkness. I doubt that I can survive outside of Mordor, Legolas."
"So what do you mean to do?! Give up your life without knowing what the outside world looks like? Or even feels like?!" Legolas stood, shaking his head angrily. "No, Anorel. Your father loves you, and he would know you. I have not even seen you, save in dreams like this."
She rose, almost as tall as he. "So you would rather have me die in a futile attempt at freedom? Barad-Dur is overrun with Orcs, I would not make ten steps without a sword in my stomach!"
"Then fight them!" he snapped, his blue eyes burning into hers. "You are Elrond's youngest child, he is both a warrior and a healer. Powerful blood flows through your veins, Anorel. And you yourself are strong."
Anorel groaned, leaning again against the tree. "Legolas, even if I were to escape Barad-Dur, I would not live past the borders of Mordor. I know not where to go, or what I may find. What you ask is impossible!"
"Impossible?" he said incredulously. "What is impossible is that you have survived a thousand years in Barad-Dur. My father was not willing to believe it, he would not have if it had been any other Elf who told him. Your very existence is impossible, Anorel. Yet here you are, standing before me now!"
She was about to argue again, but she thought better of it. Anorel shook her head with a laugh. "All right, Legolas. You have me convinced. I will escape Barad-Dur upon my awakening, if I can."
Legolas smiled. "Good. Make for the north when you pass out of Mordor. It will take many days, but you will reach this forest, and if all goes well, I will meet you there."
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"Sun Star ~ Child of Light"
Chapter III ~ "Destiny Made"
Three days and two nights had passed, and Legolas had seen nothing of Anorel in his dreams. He was becoming concerned; no, he had been concerned for some time now. He was worried. Legolas was so caught up in his own thoughts that he failed to notice the dark shape looming before him.
"Legolas? Are you all right?"
Legolas blinked, his mind registering the tall shape of his older brother, Eithon. "Yes. I am fine." But as soon as the words left him, he groaned, knowing that his brother could see right through them.
Eithon raised an unbelieving eyebrow, smiling at his younger brother. "To this day, you cannot lie to me, Legolas. It simply is not possible. What is troubling you?"
Legolas walked out onto a nearby terrace before he answered, using the time to consider his response. "Life is troubling me, brother. It is hard to believe that even fate herself could be so cruel as this."
Eithon leaned against the railing, ignoring the dark brown hair that was fluttering around his face in the warm evening breeze. "You speak of Anorel, do you not?"
"Father told you," Legolas said softly, knowing the truth ere his brother spoke. "I am not surprised."
"If you wish to know why the Valar picked some Elves to live in peace and others to be subject to torment, I fear I have no answer to give you. I myself do not understand their reasoning." Eithon smiled softly, touching his younger brother's shoulder. "But you are kind-hearted, Legolas. Perhaps that will serve you well in the coming days."
Legolas sighed, turning to Eithon. There was concern in his brother's eyes, and Legolas could not help but smile back. "Thank you, Eithon. Your words do help, even if they do not offer me any answers." Legolas looked out over again, watching the sun sink behind low, dark, clouds. "I should retire, brother. I have much to think about."
Eithon nodded, catching his brother in a quick hug. "Sleep well, little brother."
If anyone other than Eithon had called him `little brother', Legolas would have taken great offense. But instead, he hugged his brother back and walked away. A few minutes later, he nodded to his guards and pushed open the doors to his chambers. His bedroom was dimly lit with many candles, but he liked it that way. Too much light was distracting, especially when he wanted to have an uninterrupted sleep, as he did tonight.
Lighting flashed outside and Legolas glanced out at the sky. The clouds had moved in and were dropping large raindrops. He pulled his balcony doors closed and sighed.
Legolas walked over to his dresser and pulled open the doors. He pulled off his shirt and hung it up, picking up his night clothes. Slipping them on, Legolas slid the sheets back on his bed and lay down, taking a deep breath. He slowly drifted off into the land of dreams.
He was in Mirkwood, the same place that he had been when he first met Anorel. Legolas glanced around, and he groaned. Anorel was there, but she was curled up into a ball at the foot of a tall oak tree. Legolas crossed over to her quickly, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"Anorel!" he whispered, kneeling beside her.
Anorel shuddered, lifting her head slightly. Her face was deathly pale, and there was fear in her hazel eyes. "What?" she breathed brokenly, as though every word cost her great pain. Anorel gazed at Legolas and pushed her blonde hair away from her face. "Legolas," she said quietly, tears sparkling in her eyes.
"What is it?" he said, laying a hand on her cheek and brushing away the tears that lay there.
She pushed herself up off the ground slowly and braced herself against the tree trunk, wincing in pain and unconsciously laying a hand on her stomach.
Legolas watched her and shook his head, pushing her hand away. Carefully, Legolas pressed his fingers to her sides, narrowing his eyes as he felt gaps where there should not be gaps. Anorel hissed in pain, turning her head away.
"Broken ribs," he murmured, leaning back. "Do you have any other injuries?"
Anorel shook her head, her eyes closed tightly against the onslaught of pain. "No, I think the broken ribs are enough."
He sat beside her, chuckling dryly. "I agree, Anorel. Is there anything that I can do to help?"
She glanced at him, tears dripping down her cheeks. Anorel bit her lip and slid closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. "You can stay with me," she whispered tiredly. "The Orcs will wake me up soon, I can feel it. But until then, I want to be happy."
Legolas slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, realizing that he had to tell her. "My father and I spoke a few days ago, and he told me about your family. You have a father, a sister, and two brothers, but they do not know that you still live."
"Perhaps that is for the best," she whispered. "I do not want to cause them pain with my death, as it is near at hand."
He glanced down at her in surprise. "Why say that? Is there no hope of escape?"
"If I am taken into Sauron's throne room one more time," she said, "I will not come out again alive."
"Then why do you not attempt escape? Is there no way out of Barad-Dur?" Legolas asked, feeling worry creep up on him again.
Her next words chilled him straight to the heart. "Not for me, save in death. Elves are creatures of light, yet I have lived in darkness. I doubt that I can survive outside of Mordor, Legolas."
"So what do you mean to do?! Give up your life without knowing what the outside world looks like? Or even feels like?!" Legolas stood, shaking his head angrily. "No, Anorel. Your father loves you, and he would know you. I have not even seen you, save in dreams like this."
She rose, almost as tall as he. "So you would rather have me die in a futile attempt at freedom? Barad-Dur is overrun with Orcs, I would not make ten steps without a sword in my stomach!"
"Then fight them!" he snapped, his blue eyes burning into hers. "You are Elrond's youngest child, he is both a warrior and a healer. Powerful blood flows through your veins, Anorel. And you yourself are strong."
Anorel groaned, leaning again against the tree. "Legolas, even if I were to escape Barad-Dur, I would not live past the borders of Mordor. I know not where to go, or what I may find. What you ask is impossible!"
"Impossible?" he said incredulously. "What is impossible is that you have survived a thousand years in Barad-Dur. My father was not willing to believe it, he would not have if it had been any other Elf who told him. Your very existence is impossible, Anorel. Yet here you are, standing before me now!"
She was about to argue again, but she thought better of it. Anorel shook her head with a laugh. "All right, Legolas. You have me convinced. I will escape Barad-Dur upon my awakening, if I can."
Legolas smiled. "Good. Make for the north when you pass out of Mordor. It will take many days, but you will reach this forest, and if all goes well, I will meet you there."
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