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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22. Chapter Twenty One - The Hobbits and I

Everyone fell silent at my words, and their breaths hitched in their throats. I stared at Boromir’s shield for a moment longer before I cleared my throat and broke the silence,

“Go, find them. I will look after the Hobbits. Someone needs to find them before it is too late.”

Aragorn looked at me for a second before nodding, grabbing his sword and running off into the woods.

“Auth-” Legolas began.

Swiftly, I silenced him by holding a finger to his lips and saying,

“There is no time for arguments. You must find Frodo and Boromir before something bad happens, and something is going to happen; I can feel it in my very soul.”

“But …”

“Go! Both of you. I will be fine here!”

Reluctantly, Legolas did as he was told and gradually walked away with Gimli at his heels; an arrow readily notched in his bow.

“What are we going to do now?” Pippin wondered.

“We wait and be patient!” I replied.

Pippin sighed and dropped before he dropped down and began to simultaneously play with a stich that lay on the ground; carving a pattern into the gravelled beach. Merry leant against a tree and stood with his eyes closed; listening. Whilst Sam passed beside the crackling fire, his hands nervously clasped together as he fingers fumbled over one another. I stood near the water, my back to them, as I scanned the area. From somewhere nearby I could just make out the sound of dozens of pairs of feet pounding the moist earth. Unfortunately, I could not decipher where it was coming from; the pounding water that rocketed through the air made it impossible for me to tell.

“Authiel, can you sing?” Pippin asked.

Gradually, I made my way over to the dwindling fire and carefully stoked the dying flames with a nearby stick before replying,

“Of course I can, all Elves are musically, or artistically, gifted. If you are not then you are not classed as a true Elf.”

“Will you sing for us?”

“I should not, it is risky. Orcs patrol the Eastern shore. If they heard me …”

“Please?” Pippin begged.

“I should not i….”

“Please!”

“But ...”

Please, please, please!!!”

“Fine!” I dramatically sighed.

I sent him a slight glare before I sucked in a breath and quietly began to sing to the small audience of three,

May it be

An evening star

Shines down upon you.

May it be

When darkness falls

Your heart will be true

You walk a lonely road

Oh! How far you are from home.

 

Mornië utúlië

[Darkness has come]

Believe and you will find your way

Mornië alantië

 [Darkness has fallen]

A promise lives within you now.

 

May it be

the shadow's call

Will fly away.

May it be

you journey on

To light the day.

When the night is overcome

You may rise to find the sun.

 

Mornië utúlië

[Darkness has come]

Believe and you will find your way

Mornië alantië

[Darkness has fallen]

A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now.

 

My voice faded away and I felt the familiar tugging feeling and the light headed sensation slam into me. Before I could even open my mouth to utter a word of warning, the scene before me changed …

 

                Plumes of dark smoke hung thickly in the air and Orthanc tower menacingly out above the fearsome clouds of smoke. Saruman stood next to a giant Orc, which looked slightly different to the others, still clad in his white robes; robes which he did not deserve.

“Do you know how the Orcs first came into being? They were Elves once, taken by the dark powers.. Tortured and mutilated …”

The ghastly creature to his side growled quietly at his words.

“… a ruined and terrible form of life. And now … perfected. My fighting Uruk-Hai. Whom do you serve?”

“Saruman!” The Uruk-Hai growled.

The Uruk-Hai were fitted into jagged armour and were given weapons. They received white handprints on their head and faces; signifying they were a part of Saruman’s bloodthirsty army.

They assembled before him in a great cavern beneath his high balcony.

“Hunt them down! Do not stop until they are found. You do not know pain, you do not know fear. You will taste man flesh!” Saruman ordered.

The Uruk-Hai leader stood at Saruman’s side on the balcony and quietly Saruman ordered,

“One of the Halflings carries something of great value. Bring them to me alive and unspoiled. The She-Elf too. Kill the others!”

With a bloodcurdling roar, the Uruk-Hai troop left Isengard in a long column, heading in the direction of the Great River …

 

                The usual, skull-splitting headache gripped me in its claw like grip that forbid itself from leaving me. I found that I was lying on the gravel beach, my chest to the sky and my head dangerously close to the flames.

“You okay, Authiel?” Merry called.

“Uh-huh!” I replied in a painful grumble.

Slowly, I sat up and stretched my aching muscles. I looked around and fear filled my eyes when I realised someone was missing.

“Where’s Sam?” I asked the duo.

They looked at each other; shocked.

“Where’s Sam?” I demanded.

“I don’t know,” Pippin stated.

“He must have slipped away at some point when we were distracted!” Merry added.

“He’s gone to find Frodo!” I whispered in shock.

“What are you going to do?” Pippin asked.

“I have to find him before it is too …”

A loud, Orc horn blasted through the air; interrupting me.

“ … late!” I finished.

“Find the Halfling! Yaggh! Find the Halfling and the She-Elf!” A mutilated voice screamed.

A breath hitched into my throat and my eyes widened endlessly at the sound of the pounding feet that were stomping their way through the forest; closer and closer to us.

“Run!” I whispered. When they did not do as I had asked, I screamed it again, “RUN!”    

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