Blue sparks in woodland realm
Chapter 1: an unexpected meeting
A/N: I own nothing except my mistakes. Also, this is the first ever Lord of the Rings story that I have written, so please be kind! I'm still experimenting with the best way to give English translations to Elvish phrases, so please tell me whether you prefer to have the translation directly behind the sentence (as done in this chapter), or prefer to see all translations assembled at the end of the chapter.
Anyway, this fanfiction will begin with some drama (honestly, would it be a fanfiction of mine if it didn't have any?) but I promise you that it will be worth your read! Please let me know what you think :) Enjoy!
x - PROLOGUE – x
"Let me go on your behalf, emel," Erynèth said, bowing her knee to the ground and letting it rest softly in the dirt below her. When word had spread that Elrond requested her mother Galadriel's presence at the council, she had made a hurry from the far borders, where she had previously stood guard before word reached her ears.
The power of Sauron was growing steadily, feasting about and around as an ignited flame, grabbing and burning all that was in its path. Hence why she guessed that the request of Elrond had surely to do with the Ring, one that was most precious to Sauron.
"Your reign is needed elsewhere, hiril vuin," she pressed on, this time a little more formal.
Daring to lift her chin a little upwards, she met her mother's piercing eyes, a heavy lift weighing on her mind as the woman let her lips quirk upwards ever so slightly. "What you hope to find might not be answered, Iellig," Galadriel spoke, her words carried gently through the wind, as if it was just a breeze passing by.
"Battle is not often promised for you and me," this time her mother's voice echoed in her mind, the heavy weight settling even deeper with the joined presence of Galadriel.
"Please, emel, let me try. I have fought many battles and wars these past thousand years. I would not rest easy knowing I could have fought for our land but hadn't." At this Erynèth lowered her head again, humbling herself as she sunk even further down on her knee.
"Very well, Erynèth, you may ride out with our message, but do not go light-hearted. I sense a terrible darkness in the air," a low, booming voice granted her this message, and upon lifting her head again she was met with her father's gazing eyes, an uneasiness resting in them, forever withholding his worries.
"Thank you, adar, emel, I will not disappoint you," with one last bow Erynèth excused herself, readying her for a long ride to Rivendell.
x – PRESENT – x
Breathing in the freshness of the air, she steadied her horse with a low tutting as she pulled on the reigns, letting the gentle beast come to a halt. "Rhae, celeb," ("Easy, Silver," Erynèth whispered softly into the silver locks of her companion, before handing the reigns to one of the guards greeting her.
"Let her roam freely," Ernyèth advised, "she does not like to be confined." At this the guard gave her a bit of an awkward smile, clearly not having expected instruction on how to handle her horse. "Athon, hiril vuin,"("I will, my lady") the man said, and took the horse by its reigns to lead her down a twirling path.
"You are late," a voice to her left caught her attention, and with a slow turn of her head she watched the dark haired man standing in the entrance, his red, velvet robes hanging loosely down his body, his hair braided back carefully behind his pointy ears.
Feeling her lips quirk up, she readjusted her dark blue split dress, embraided with the brown linings of her kin. It was long enough to be graceful, yet short enough to ensure battle. Her brown leggings would assure her that she would be able to move comfortably if needed to.
"Late, yet still on time, I see," Erynèth replied, letting her eyes glide over the guests behind the man, all sitting in a circle, waiting patiently for their host to return.
Though visibly displeased, the man let a grin play out on his lips as he opened his arms to welcome her. Accepting his offer, she closed the gap swiftly as she encircled her arms around him, breathing in the familiar scent of an old friend. "It has been too long, Elrond," she breathed into his shoulder, retracting with a smile.
"How has Arwen been?" Elrond's eyes saddened, a heavy gloom falling over them as he lowered his gaze to the ground. "The darkness of this Age is catching up on her, I'm afraid," Elrond admitted, then lifted his head back up to look her in the eyes.
"I will speak to her shortly," Erynèth promised, seemingly able to lift up Elrond's spirits. "She has missed you dearly. We both have," Elrond spoke earnestly, and Erynèth reached a hand to lay upon his forearm, squeezing it gently as she walked with him to the awaiting group. "As have I." She replied, before taking in the sight in front of her.
Curiously enough, races from all over had joined this meeting. On her right were seated Men, a handful, all waiting with bated breath. Then a little to the left were the Dwarves, their expressions hardened and displeased, looking anywhere but at her. And at last, to her left were the Elves, all gazing dreamily afar, a patience radiating off of them as they waited for Elrond to return, and for Erynèth to take the last empty spot, right next to Gandalf.
What interested her the most, however, was not the collection of all races, or even the stray Hobbit on her far left, for that matter. No, it were the blonde locks of a certain Elf, sitting erect and absent in his seat, his hands laying rested on his knees, and yet, there was a tenseness that was not present in the others.
Hurriedly retracting her eyes, she seated herself in the remaining spot, and waited patiently for Elrond to welcome them all. It was obvious that she had, indeed, been quite late, and that they had, in fact, been waiting for her for quite some time now.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old.. you've been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor." Elrond began, and a sharp inhalation of several men were heard as they all quickly averted their attention to the Lord.
It seemed to be true, what Erynèth thought she would be coming for. The Ring had been the cause of this council, and it seemed to be present at this very moment as Elrond commanded Frodo to bring it forth.
"It is a gift," a Man stood up, and Erynèth immediately recognized him as Boromir, son of Denethor II, Steward of Gondor. Though not quickly flattered by the presence of Men, she was particularly not fond of Denethor II, and all his off-springs. These Men in particular, had a great sense of neediness that had already ensured too many wars.
"Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him." Boromir spoke, a booming confidence resting in his words, an arrogance resting on his forehead. At this a Ranger came forth, darkly cladded as he swept himself off his chair, ready to battle the Man in front of him.
"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Boromir spat, but was quickly hushed as, to her left, Legolas rose from his chair, a power in his movement that kept her wandering eyes glued to his moving body.
She dared not look at him for too long, and yet she could not help but keep her eyes rested upon him. "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn," As Legolas spoke Erynèth felt her breath hitch in her throat, a clenching torture as she dwelled on the softness of his voice, smoothening the air around her, unlike the piercing sharpness of the voices of Man.
Upon hearing this news Boromir fell almost hostile, challenging Aragorn in such greed, that Erynèth was mildly surprised to see Aragorn reply with such ease and tenderness, refusing to fight a battle that was not his to fight. That she could admire about the Ranger.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it," Gandalf's powerful voice drove her out of her revery, and Elrond agreed with his words. "You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed."
At this a short and stubby dwarf came marching upwards, an axe strong and heavy in his hands, only a moment of rest before it collided with the small ornament on the table before all of them. To her amazement the Ring remained untouched. Far better, instead the axe lay crumbled next to its sides, crushed and shattered under its touch.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft that we here possess." At this all ears turned back on Elrond, the previous quarrel settling down as they all settled themselves back into their seats, listening attentively to Elrond's explanation; the need for the destruction of the Ring.
"One of you must destroy it." Elrond pressed again, and yet again, Boromir spoke in a gloomy utter. "One does not simply walk into Mordor." He began, explaining the darkness of that place, the horror of Sauron and his ever-watchful Eye.
Before Erynèth could process what happened, the Men, Dwarves and Elves began fighting once again, all convinced that they were the only ones to have the right to destroy the Ring, a raging battle between races that had become deeply engraved within each hearts throughout the years.
"I will take it." It was but the softest whisper, but Erynèth could hear it. Oh yes, she could as clear as day. "I will take it," the Hobbit spoke, this time loud enough for all to hear.
Afraid and determined the little fellow stood, firmly on his two hairy feet, his curls swaying gently in the wind as all eyes and heads turned to him. "I will take the Ring to Mordor." Then the Hobbit, who she learned carried the name of Frodo, added, "Though I do not know the way."
Gandalf offered him his service, and in tow came Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Boromir. At this Erynèth felt a light raise in her heart, and she knew now why she had asked her parents to let her come here.
"Let me join you, Frodo Baggins, on this forsaken journey, for as long as my Sword may protect you." Erynèth spoke gently as she rose from her seat, bowing to the Hobbit as she laid out her Sword in front of him. It was unusual for an Elf to carry a Sword as their primary weapon, and yet she had preferred it for over two thousand years. Certainly, she could use a bow and arrow much like any other Elf, but it was her Sword that had carried her throughout all past wars.
"A woman? Joining us for war?" Gimli roared, and Erynèth rose again, letting her sword glide back in her seethe. "Do not make me laugh, my lady."
At this Erynèth slitted her eyes, though softened them when they wavered over to Legolas, who looked at her curiously before turning to the dwarf beside him. "If that may be your decision, then I concede." Legolas said to Erynèth, but he had already looked away before he could see her grateful smile, his mind still clearly troubled.
"Legolas, son of Thranduil, has fought many battles with Erynèth, daughter of Galadriel," Elrond spoke. "If he believes in her capabilities to fight this war alongside you all, then so do I." Elrond agreed, and Erynèth bowed deeply to the Lord, much to the dismay of the Dwarf, who was grumping away, uttering words underneath his breath.
At this another set of Hobbits came appearing into sight, known as Sam, Merry and Pippin, and much to the dismay of Elrond, and to their belief in Frodo, they too, were permitted to join the fight.
With the Fellowship of the Ring formed, Elrond closed the Council and led his guests back to the gates, where he wished them farewell. Meanwhile, the Fellowship made ready for a long ride, and Erynèth, seeing no tasks for her here, excused herself from her companions as she traced the familiar way down the halls of Lord Elrond's house.
Reaching Arwen's room, she found her seated near the window, her long dress weighing heavily down her chair as she gazed idly afar, her eyes set on a certain Ranger. "Arwen," Erynèth spoke softly, as to not scare the lady.
With a quickness her head turned, and Erynèth smiled broadly as did Arwen, who rose quickly to take the woman into her arms, holding her tightly as she laughed in excitement. "Erynèth! Iston I nîf gîn," ("I know your face"), Arwen sighed dreamily into her silver hair, the short puffs of air tickling the skin on her neck.
"I should have come by sooner," Erynèth admitted as the women slowly left each other's embrace. "Especially after Celebrían," at this her voice grew soft, and her gaze wary. Celebrían was her sister, but above all, Arwen's mother. A mother who had departed to Aman almost a century ago, too traumatized after her battle wounds to remain in Middle-Earth.
"I am glad to see you now," Arwen assured, and offered her a seat, but Erynèth declined. "I did not come to stay, Arwen." She spoke regretfully, as she watched the young elven eyes dim in light, a heaviness settling behind those soft features.
"You are leaving with the Ring," Arwen guessed, and Erynèth could only nod. "I feel it is my duty to save this world, Arwen," Erynèth confided, and Arwen gave her a pitiful smile. "I wish you had felt it wasn't," the woman confessed, a sadness lingering to her words.
Letting a hand trail its way through Arwen's hair, she smiled sadly at the girl. "Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn, Arwen. Do not lose hope, for I see the weariness in your eyes." ("A star shines on the hour of our meeting.") "I will be back shortly," Erynèth promised, and with that left Arwen to her sorrow.
Retracing her steps, she soon found herself in the presence of the Fellowship once more, all awaiting her return. They had saddled a pony for the journey, carrying all their food and necessities, for they did not know when they would rest once more.
"Na lû e-govaned vîn, Erynèth," ("Until next we meet,") Elrond spoke mournfully, as if he doubted the truthfulness of his words. "N'i lû tôl," ("Until then,") Erynèth agreed, and bid him an embraced farewell, trailing behind the rest as they all set on foot.
A/N: I know it wasn't much Legolas x OC yet, but trust me, next chapter there will be a lot! I just had to get the introductions over with first. I really hope you enjoyed this, and please review and follow for more! :)
Also, for those of you who are a little bit more visual and want to see a little impression of this OC, you can head over to my Pinterest Vaniwa1 and head over to my board called • O C ; • and you will see small impressions of her! But if you prefer the imagination of words, then just keep reading :) The link to my Pinterest is also in my bio.
