Author's note ~ I know where this story is heading now!!! (Jumps for joy).
However, I don't think it's what you're all expecting, but I could be
wrong. :) :) :) One never knows. Anyway, enjoy!
SO SO SO SO SORRY it took me so long to update!!!!!! I have been extremely busy and have had very little time to write. Plus, this chapter did not want to come. My humble apologies and I promise that I will finish this soon. I know directly where it is going and how it is ending.
~ Arwen
"Sun Star ~ Child of Light"
Chapter IV ~ "Flight"
Legolas rode up to his father's palace, exhausted but overwhelmingly happy to be home. He carefully pulled Anorel from the saddle, cradling her gently in his arms as he flew into the palace.
The doors swung open to admit him, seemingly of their own accord. Eithon met Legolas in the corridor, his face dark with worry. "How goes the day, my brother?"
Legolas sighed, slacking in his pace only slightly. "It could be better, Eithon, it could be better. Her life rests upon the edge of a knife, a tiny push could send her into darkness."
"The guards saw you coming from afar and alerted me. The best healer in Mirkwood awaits your friend, Legolas. Bring her in here," Eithon instructed, opening an ornately decorated door.
The healer jumped to his feet and motioned for Anorel to be placed on the bed. He then pushed Legolas and Eithon out of the chambers. "You cannot help her now, young prince," he said softly, cutting off the retort stemming from Legolas' lips. "All you can do is wait."
Eithon, seeing the mutinous look settle onto his younger brother's face, gently took Legolas's arm and led him from the room. "He is right, brother. She is beyond your help. Only a few hands could save her now."
Legolas sank gracefully into a nearby chair, realizing that he could now safely rest. "Has anything of interest happened since my departure?"
"Nay, save that Father dispatched riders to Rivendell. They will bring the Lord Elrond with them upon their return."
"I think she will not be ready to lay eyes upon her father," Legolas murmured, gazing at his brother. "Her survival will depend upon sheer will, her father may hinder that process."
Eithon raised an inquisitive eyebrow at this curious statement. "How came you to that conclusion? I would think that Elrond would aid her recovery."
"But she knows him not. Being here in Mirkwood will be difficult enough after the gloom of Mordor. It will take time for her to become accustomed to this land. If she wakes and sees her father, he may act as a catalyst and shatter her." Legolas sighed, leaning back deeper into his chair.
"Think you that she is that frail?" Eithon questioned, concern passing over his face.
Legolas shrugged, his bright blue eyes full of contemplation. "I know not, brother. But I think it is not worth the chance."
"And I agree with you, young prince," a deep, powerful sounding voice assured from above.
Legolas and Eithon jumped to their feet, both shocked beyond words. Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, stood before them, his deep blue eyes narrowed.
"Your words are spoken in truth, Legolas son of Thranduil. I will heed them, for they are in my heart as well. My purpose here is to save my youngest child. Once that is accomplished, I will return to Rivendell and await my daughter's arrival."
Legolas bowed his head in a gesture of respect and murmured, "I trust I have given you no offense, my lord."
"None, young Legolas. I think perhaps your clear thinking will serve you well in later days, on a quest of even greater necessity than the one you have just completed. Now, where is Anorel?" Elrond asked, gazing down upon them steadily.
Eithon opened the door quickly. "She is there, lord."
The healer jumped to his feet and turned, his eyes widening in shock. "Lord Elrond!!!!!! I-I-I did not expect you!" he stuttered.
"Why should you?" Elrond returned gently, kneeling beside the bed and brushing a hand over his daughter's cheek.. "Leave me with her. I cannot be interrupted."
The healer nodded, bowing out of the room and closing the door softly behind him. Muttering softly in a language that neither prince knew, the healer walked away, glancing over his shoulder every now and then and shaking his head ruefully.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What seemed like an eternity passed and no sound came from behind the closed door.
Legolas groaned, taking a small sip of wine. "I had no idea she was this badly hurt."
"If you had gotten her here any later, son of Thranduil, she would have far less chance of survival than she does now," Elrond said, slowly walking out of the room. His face was drawn with weariness and his eyes were dark. "Now she requires rest. See that she is not disturbed."
Legolas nodded quickly, glancing into the dark chamber. "Should someone stay with her?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, I think that would be wise. I think she will recover now, but you should stay with her until she wakes. I must take my leave of you now, I have tarried too long as it is." Elrond laid a hand on Legolas's shoulder and gently squeezed. "I cannot thank you enough for returning my daughter to me."
"She came of her own free will, Lord Elrond. I simply showed her the door. But your thanks are appreciated," Legolas returned gratefully.
Elrond smiled and walked away gracefully, his velvety robes whispering on the stone floor.
Eithon glanced at his younger brother and pushed Legolas toward the door. "Go, Legolas. I will tell Father of her condition. If you need me to watch over her while you rest, send word and I will come."
Legolas took a deep breath and entered the small room. Anorel still lay on the bed, her face pale. He laid a hand softly on her forehead and smiled in relief. Her skin was cool to the touch.
I hope this chapter isn't too badly written, I just couldn't get it out!!!!!!!! But I am finally back in my writing mode and I should have this finished within the next couple months. I hope. :) :) :) :) :)
Sorry again for the long wait!!!!!!!!
~ Arwen
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!
SO SO SO SO SORRY it took me so long to update!!!!!! I have been extremely busy and have had very little time to write. Plus, this chapter did not want to come. My humble apologies and I promise that I will finish this soon. I know directly where it is going and how it is ending.
~ Arwen
"Sun Star ~ Child of Light"
Chapter IV ~ "Flight"
Legolas rode up to his father's palace, exhausted but overwhelmingly happy to be home. He carefully pulled Anorel from the saddle, cradling her gently in his arms as he flew into the palace.
The doors swung open to admit him, seemingly of their own accord. Eithon met Legolas in the corridor, his face dark with worry. "How goes the day, my brother?"
Legolas sighed, slacking in his pace only slightly. "It could be better, Eithon, it could be better. Her life rests upon the edge of a knife, a tiny push could send her into darkness."
"The guards saw you coming from afar and alerted me. The best healer in Mirkwood awaits your friend, Legolas. Bring her in here," Eithon instructed, opening an ornately decorated door.
The healer jumped to his feet and motioned for Anorel to be placed on the bed. He then pushed Legolas and Eithon out of the chambers. "You cannot help her now, young prince," he said softly, cutting off the retort stemming from Legolas' lips. "All you can do is wait."
Eithon, seeing the mutinous look settle onto his younger brother's face, gently took Legolas's arm and led him from the room. "He is right, brother. She is beyond your help. Only a few hands could save her now."
Legolas sank gracefully into a nearby chair, realizing that he could now safely rest. "Has anything of interest happened since my departure?"
"Nay, save that Father dispatched riders to Rivendell. They will bring the Lord Elrond with them upon their return."
"I think she will not be ready to lay eyes upon her father," Legolas murmured, gazing at his brother. "Her survival will depend upon sheer will, her father may hinder that process."
Eithon raised an inquisitive eyebrow at this curious statement. "How came you to that conclusion? I would think that Elrond would aid her recovery."
"But she knows him not. Being here in Mirkwood will be difficult enough after the gloom of Mordor. It will take time for her to become accustomed to this land. If she wakes and sees her father, he may act as a catalyst and shatter her." Legolas sighed, leaning back deeper into his chair.
"Think you that she is that frail?" Eithon questioned, concern passing over his face.
Legolas shrugged, his bright blue eyes full of contemplation. "I know not, brother. But I think it is not worth the chance."
"And I agree with you, young prince," a deep, powerful sounding voice assured from above.
Legolas and Eithon jumped to their feet, both shocked beyond words. Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, stood before them, his deep blue eyes narrowed.
"Your words are spoken in truth, Legolas son of Thranduil. I will heed them, for they are in my heart as well. My purpose here is to save my youngest child. Once that is accomplished, I will return to Rivendell and await my daughter's arrival."
Legolas bowed his head in a gesture of respect and murmured, "I trust I have given you no offense, my lord."
"None, young Legolas. I think perhaps your clear thinking will serve you well in later days, on a quest of even greater necessity than the one you have just completed. Now, where is Anorel?" Elrond asked, gazing down upon them steadily.
Eithon opened the door quickly. "She is there, lord."
The healer jumped to his feet and turned, his eyes widening in shock. "Lord Elrond!!!!!! I-I-I did not expect you!" he stuttered.
"Why should you?" Elrond returned gently, kneeling beside the bed and brushing a hand over his daughter's cheek.. "Leave me with her. I cannot be interrupted."
The healer nodded, bowing out of the room and closing the door softly behind him. Muttering softly in a language that neither prince knew, the healer walked away, glancing over his shoulder every now and then and shaking his head ruefully.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What seemed like an eternity passed and no sound came from behind the closed door.
Legolas groaned, taking a small sip of wine. "I had no idea she was this badly hurt."
"If you had gotten her here any later, son of Thranduil, she would have far less chance of survival than she does now," Elrond said, slowly walking out of the room. His face was drawn with weariness and his eyes were dark. "Now she requires rest. See that she is not disturbed."
Legolas nodded quickly, glancing into the dark chamber. "Should someone stay with her?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, I think that would be wise. I think she will recover now, but you should stay with her until she wakes. I must take my leave of you now, I have tarried too long as it is." Elrond laid a hand on Legolas's shoulder and gently squeezed. "I cannot thank you enough for returning my daughter to me."
"She came of her own free will, Lord Elrond. I simply showed her the door. But your thanks are appreciated," Legolas returned gratefully.
Elrond smiled and walked away gracefully, his velvety robes whispering on the stone floor.
Eithon glanced at his younger brother and pushed Legolas toward the door. "Go, Legolas. I will tell Father of her condition. If you need me to watch over her while you rest, send word and I will come."
Legolas took a deep breath and entered the small room. Anorel still lay on the bed, her face pale. He laid a hand softly on her forehead and smiled in relief. Her skin was cool to the touch.
I hope this chapter isn't too badly written, I just couldn't get it out!!!!!!!! But I am finally back in my writing mode and I should have this finished within the next couple months. I hope. :) :) :) :) :)
Sorry again for the long wait!!!!!!!!
~ Arwen
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!