A Lady's duty - Book One of the Lorien Princess Trilogy (Legolas Love Story/ Lotr)

Authiel is the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, princess and heir to the throne of Lorien. In order to prove herself to her people and her parents, she goes to Rivendell in order to attend a secret council. But, when her duty and her destiny become entwined, she finds herself in a company of an elf, two men, a dwarf, a wizard and four hobbits. What will happen when she discovers something about herself - a mystery buried in time and darkness - and what will happen when the dark lord learns of her power in this tale? Will she survive?

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11. Chapter Ten - On the Mountain Again

We made it up the vertical path with ease, well with as much ease as one can have when climbing a somewhat vertical path up a hazardous mountain with small sections of land that would crumble away as soon as the soul of your foot hits them; now was the time when the difficult part of our journey would begin.

It took us several hours to make it across the tiniest sections of land that if we were on flat land we would have been able to cover in half an hour. Only myself and Legolas were able to walk across the top of the snow because of our light Elven tred but the others, especially the Hobbits, were finding it difficult to make much progress across the snowy terrain. Whilst he trudged through the thick, powdery snow, Sam had taken it upon himself to care for Bill and Athae. He held onto their reigns and tried to shield both of them from the harsh winds that whipped around the deadly twists and turns of the Mountains. I was thankful that he was doing that, at least I knew that Athae would be in safe hands. Pelior had hidden herself in my hood and was busy cleaning her feathers which were tickling my cheek.

                Legolas and I were standing on a high risen boulder whilst waiting for the others to catch up with us; we were using our gifted Elven sense to keep an eye out for anyone stalking us.

“Cen-?” I shouted over the harsh winds.

[See anything?]  

“Baw!” He called back

[Nothing!]

                That was when I heard it. A little further down the path, Frodo had fallen and was rolling back down the torrential slope that we had stained with our slippery footprints. A gasp slipped from my mouth and I was just about to yell out in fear that we would lose our Ring-bearer, the one being who could save all the people of Middle-Earth. Thankfully, Aragorn was bringing up the rear of our party so he was able to catch the young Halfling before he had a chance to tumble to his death. Frodo scrambled to his feet and shook some of the snow off of him. Subconsciously, Frodo brought his hand up to his neck but his eyes widened in shock; the Ring was not there.

Boromir bent down and picked up something, I could not see but that something was more than likely Isildur’s Bane. Since he had his back to me, I could not see what was going on exactly, but I could hear it.

“Boromir?” Aragorn asked.

“It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing … such a little thing!” Boromir stated in a murmur.

“Boromir ….” Aragorn said quietly yet forcefully, “Give the Ring to Frodo.”

“As you wish,” Boromir lightly chuckled as he held his arm out, probably to give Frodo back the Ring.

I watched as Frodo snatched the Ring from Boromir’s hand and put it back around his neck, a sigh of content slipping from his mouth when he knew that it was safe.

“I care not!” Boromir added.

For good measure he ruffled Frodo’s hair before he went back to facing the front.

“Ta presta-ho i. Im gosta-i ro thel-nae teshuel i Ring su Frodo kesha and,” I said to Legolas.

[It affects him the most. I fear that he will try to take the Ring from Frodo before long.]

“Im gosta-llie na fôr!”

[I fear you might be right!]   

                                                We continued walking through the blizzard for some time. Legolas and I were walking on the side closest to the edge so that the others would not accidently trudge to close to the edge and plummet to their deaths. It was when we were walking like that that I heard it, a familiar voice was chanting,

“Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; nai yarvaxca rasselya!”

[Wake up cruel Redhorn! May your horn be blood stained!]

“There is a fell voice on the air!” Legolas urgently stated.

“It’s Saruman!” Gandalf cried.

A loud clap of thunder rumbled and a tidal wave of rocks, shale and snow fell from above.

“He’s trying to bring down the mountain. Gandalf! We must turn back!” Aragorn urgently cried.

“No!” Gandalf replied.

He then spoke in a louder voice, facing out to the oncoming storm.

“Losto Caradhras, seho, hodo nuitho i ruith!”

[Sleep, Caradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath!]

                Yet what Gandalf did had little effect. Saruman continued to chant, his voice seeming to strengthen as clouds flew in from all different directions, covering our heads in a maelstrom.

“Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; Nai yarvaxea rasselya; taltuva notto-carinnar!”

[Wakeup cruel Redhorn! May your blood stained horn fall upon enemy heads.]

I looked up in horror as a huge avalanche of snow thundered down upon us.

“Move!” I screamed.

People rushed to the cliff face, trying to hide away from the worst of it. I went to do the same but a hand collided with my chest. A gasp slipped from my lips as I was pushed backwards. The world around me seemed to slow down and before I could open my mouth to let out the blood curdling that had formed in my throat, I was thrown off of the side of the ragged cliff to my inevitable demise.    

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