The Sorceress' Truth - Book Two of the Lorien Princess Trilogy (Legolas Love Story/ Lotr Fan Fic)

Authiel Galadhrim, like young Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took of the Shire, has been captured by the deadly Uruk-Hai after the death of their comrade, Boromir of Gondor. Together they travel as captives to Isengard where Saruman the traitor awaits them. He thinks the Hobbits hold the One Ring and he wishes for Authiel to stand as his Queen when he rules part of Middle Earth under Sauron’s reign. Yet there is hope for the trio, for one night they escape into Fangorn Forest and meet some they did not expect; someone who they all believed to be dead. With the Ent Treebeard as their guide, the trio travel through Fangorn and seek revenge on the one who captured them. However, the Valar have more tests in mind for Authiel. Can she prove herself worthy of becoming one of the Istari? Will her hidden past be revealed to her completely? Will the Sorceress’ learn the truth?

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10. The Brothers of Durin

                Hours passed, and still the Entmoot continued. Pippin had placed his head in my lap. His legs curled onto his chest as he watched the Ents talk. If his breathing had shallowed, I would believe that he was asleep; however, his breath was loud and regular so I knew that he actually was awake. Merry had placed his head on my shoulder and was leaning against my side. Slowly, I stroked the top of Pippin’s curly, brown head whilst my eyes watched the stars as one by one they began to fill up the inky black sky that stretched endlessly across the heavens.

“Authiel?” Pippin’s small voice quietly asked.

“What is it, sweetheart?” I questioned as he turned his head to look up at me.

“Will you sing to us?”

                A quiet laugh rolled off of my tongue and I gently swirled one of his chocolate ringlets around my finger; wrapping it tightly before allowing it to spring back into place.

“Please,” He whispered.

“As you wish …” I replied, releasing a fake exasperated sigh before I spoke but the smile on my lips countered this, “

 

Where once was light

Now darkness falls

Where once was love

Love is no more

Don't say goodbye

Don't say I didn't try

 

These tears we cry

Are falling rain

For all the lies you told us

The hurt, the blame...

And we will weep to be so alone

We are lost

We can never go home

 

So in the end

I'll be what I will be

No loyal friend

Was ever there for me

 

Now we say goodbye

We say you didn't try

 

These tears you cry

Have come too late

Take back the lies

The hurt, the blame...

 

And you will weep

When you face the end alone

You are lost

You can never go home

You are lost

You can never go home.”

 

                By the end of the song, Pippin was lightly snoring, his chest slowly rising and lowering, and Merry was attempting to keep his eyes open. But the loud yawn informed me of how tired he actually was.

“Go to sleep, Merry,” I quietly urged, keeping my voice low so to not wake Pippin from his slumber, “I will wake you when the decision has been made; I swear.”

Another yawn leapt out of his open throat as he looked over at me with heavy eyes; nodding his head slightly. Gently, he lifted up my arm and burrowed into my side in order to get himself more comfortable. Carefully I placed my arm on top of his back and fiddled lightly with the ends of his blond hair.

“Auth,” Merry yawned, “What was that song about?”

“A sad, little creature that Bilbo had the pleasure of meeting once. I call it ‘Gollum’s Song’.”

Yet Merry had barely even heard me mention its name for his eyes drooped fully and his breathing shallowed.

                An almost silent laugh left my mouth as I smiled down at them. Carefully, I kissed the top of Merry’s head whilst I smoothed Pippin’s hair back into place. Whilst I stared at them both, an image filled my head not of the two Halflings by my sides but of the two other troublemakers who I had travelled with only a few years ago; Kili and Fili of the Durin line. Those two Dwarves had been mischievous yet loveable just as my Halflings are. A tear slid down the side of my cheek as I remembered my time with Kili and Fili.

 

“Kili,”

“And Fili,

“At your service.”

 

If there’s a key, there must be a door.”

“There’s another way in.”

 

“Orcs?”

“Throat-cutters. There’ll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands will be crawling with them.”

“They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone’s asleep. Quick and quiet: no screams, just lots of blood.”

 

“Aren’t you going to search me? I could have anything down my trousers.”  

 

“The stone in your hand, what is it?”

It is a talisman. A powerful spell lies upon it. If any but a Dwarf reads that runes on this stone, they will be forever cursed … or not, depending on whether you believe that kind of thing. It’s just a token.”

 

“I belong with my brother!”

 

                Tears spilled down my cheeks as their voices racked themselves across my mind. I held back a scream of anger as I stopped the horrible memories of the Battle of the Five Armies flooding my senses; quietly shaking as I blocked their deaths from my brain – not wanting to relive that moment ever again.

                Silent tears dripped off of my eyelashes and blotched my cheeks as my ragged breath filled the air, sounding loud above the quiet, constant humming of the Entmoot. In a quiet, shaky breath I whispered something to the stars that only the night could hear, “Kili … Fili …” 

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