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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10. Chapter Nine - The Vision

For two months we trained, and I did eventually forgive Legolas completely. I did not train in some areas with the others. I would spar with Arwen and practice my magic with Gandalf.

On the day that we were due to leave, I rose early. Once I had bathed and I was dry. I dressed in a brown-green dress that looked feeble enough to the naked eye, but it had a layer of mithril stitched into it. Once I that was on, I tied back two long curls which I fashioned into a braid. I put my belt with the two scabbards on and three sheathed daggers on. I hid several sharp blades over my body and then places my remaining items in my bags. A pair of sturdy boots were on my feet.

I took my bags outside to where Athae was waiting. Once she was stoked up, I let out a high pitched whistle to Pelior who soared through the air and past me. With I smile I grabbed Athae’s reigns and followed after her to where the Fellowship were waiting. Each had a glum look on their faces as they thought of the wilderness and danger that would quickly replace the comforts that we had all grown so used to here in Rivendell. They were muttering to one another and each kept looking at over their shoulders as they waited for Elrond to arrive.

“Smile boys!” I called from where I was stood, “Just think, that once we leave here we will be one step closer to saving Middle-Earth.”

“Only you could be so cheerful!” Aragorn noted, with a shaking head.

“I am not being cheerful, Aragorn, I am being optimistic. There is a difference!”

Aragorn just stood there shaking his head at me whilst I gave him a smug grin.

“Authiel is right,” Gandalf said breaking the silence, “We must continue to look on the brighter side of things. The sooner we get to Mordor, the sooner that our lives can be normal once more.”

“Thank you for agreeing with me, Gandalf!”

He gave me a nod and then we all turned out attention to Elrond and Arwen who had just arrived.

I smiled at Arwen who was looking slightly upset; she returned my grin with a sad smile.

Arwen, I whispered into her mind, What is it? What is wrong?

Aragorn he … he told me to sail from the shore. To go to the Grey Havens and sail to the Undying Land.

He must have had a reason for it.

He said that our love was a dream and nothing more.

Arwen my child he is trying to protect you. Can you not see the way he is looking at you that he loves you with all his heart.

How can you be sure?

I have known Aragorn for a long time. I can tell he loves you.

You swear?

Yes, he is doing this to protect you!

Elrond cleared his throat and addressed us all in his bold voice,

“The Ring-bearer is setting out on the quest to Mount Doom. On you who travel with him, no oath nor bond is laid to go further than you will.

‘Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves and Men and all free folk go with you.”

                I, like Aragorn and Legolas, showed respect to his words by placing my hand upon my heart and dropping to my knee with a bowed head.

“The Fellowship awaits the Ring-bearer!” Gandalf said.

Frodo had a slightly fearful look upon his face as this concept was brought to him, but he boldly walked through our little group along the path that we had made for him. I smiled kindly at him as he passed me and he gave me a nervous grin in return. Pelior jumped onto my shoulders as I grabbed Athae’s reigns and we followed after the now terrified Halfling who was leading us forward, towards the exit.

With my excellent Elven ears, I picked up Frodo’s tiny voice whispering to Gandalf who was just behind him.

“Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?”

A smile filled my face as I thought of the sweet, innocent manner of Hobbits.

“Left!” Gandalf replied.

With a click of my tongue, Athae followed after me as we slowly walked through the exit of ‘the last homely house’ and followed after our companions.

And so we walked, away from the comforts of Rivendell to the dangerous plains of Middle Earth.

“ We must hold our course west of the Misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there, out road turns east to Mordor!” Gandalf explained as we walked.

                Days rolled into one another and after two weeks of walking we found the Misty Mountains were by our side, there snow-capped peaks glittering in the sunlight. We rested on a pile of perfectly rounded boulders whilst Athae and Bill, a shire pony that was laden with supplies, were resting under the shade of some heavily leaved trees.

I was sat beside Aragorn. He had a pipe nestled in the corner of his mouth and was intensely watching Boromir who was sparring with Merry and Pippin, as he let out large smoke rings.

“Two. One. Five. Good! Very Good!” Boromir praised Merry.

“Move your feet!” Aragorn instructed from his seat.

I shook my head, no matter what he always has to but in at some point.

“You look good, Pippin,” Merry acknowledged.

“Thanks!” He replied.

“Faster!” Boromir instructed moving back to Merry.

It continued like this for several minutes until the tip of Boromir’s sword caught Pippin’s finger.

“Sorry!” Boromir exclaimed, lowering his word.

“Rooky mistake!” I muttered to myself as I watched Pippin kick him in the skin.

“Get him!” Merry cried.

He swung his sword and the flat side collided with Boromir’s leg. Startled, he lost his footing and was pushed to the ground by the mischievous duo.

“For the Shire!”

“Hold him! Hold him down Merry!” Pippin cried.

Myself and Aragorn laughed as we watched we watched the scene unfold. Laughing, Aragorn got up and said in a stern voice,

“Gentlemen, that’s enough!”

He grabbed the duo each by the shoulder. But they had other ideas. They each grabbed a leg and, somehow, Aragorn too was on the floor, lying on his back; obviously winded.

“What is that?” Sam asked when he noticed that Legolas was staring at something.

I rose from my seat and as I walked I stared at the dark shape that seemed to be drifting across the sky towards.

It could not be!

I grabbed Legolas’ arm, dread running through me, whilst Gimli chuckled,

“Nothing … just a wisp of cloud.”

“It’s moving fast … against the wind!” Boromir stated sounding worried.

It is!

“Crebain from Dunland!” Legolas cried.

Just as Aragorn cried, “Hide!” My vision darkened and my subconscious was transported elsewhere.

                It was dark. Very dark. An eerie feeling hung in the air. A smile slipped across when I saw us, all the Fellowship, running towards where I was standing; still intact. Orcs and goblins were clinging to the gnarled walls as they fired twisted arrows at them; their foul screams of excitement filling the air.

My smile vanished when I saw what they were running from. A black figure was stalking after them. A red whip was whirling high above its head as it deposited glowing embers onto the cold stone ground. The whip suddenly shot out, trying to grasp someone’s leg and pull them to their fiery death.

Thankfully, it missed. Until …

                Suddenly my mind snapped back to my body and I gasped in a large gulp of air as my eyes flew open. My head was bobbing against a well-defined chest. A few strands of blond hair tickled my nose.

“Good to see you awake!” Legolas said softly, a kind grin covering his face.

Slowly, he placed me on the ground and kept an arm around my waist until I was steady.

“Vision?” He asked in a whisper.

I just nodded my head, sadly looking to the ground as the vision continued to sweep through my head.

“We are no longer taking the path through the Gap of Rohan. I am sad to say that we are taking the Pass of Caradhras!” He explained.

A ghost of a smile filled my lips as I looked towards the frost covered mountains.

“It is safer, well mildly safer than passing Isengard.”

“ …. first time we meet anything dangerous, she freezes. No good will come of her being here. She should be sent back!” I heard Boromir loudly complaining.

“I did not freeze Boromir!” I angrily cried at him, appalled that he would say such a thing.

“Oh?” Boromir stated, glaring at me, “ Then what happened back there then?”
“I cannot help when a vision decides to grasp me. I do not control it, I cannot help it!”

“Vision?” Boromir said with a snide grin.

“Authiel has the gift of fore-sight!” Legolas explained, a sharp tone of annoyance ringing in his voice.

“Oh really? I thought she had the gift of prophecy!”

“I am different from most!”

“Oh really?”



“I have the gift of fore-sight and prophecy. I also have the ability of magic from the elements.”

Boromir sarcastically chuckled, “Magic? Really you expect me to believe that you are some sort of Witch?”

“I am no Witch!”

“You said you use magic. Magic is Witchcraft, thus meaning that you are a Witch!”

A feeling of heat bubbled underneath my skin and a great force of wind slammed into my face. From the look on Boromir’s face, my eyes were glowing bright red, as read as my hair, something that they always do when I am angry. My hair, I could feel, was dramatically flying behind me and the flames would be beginning to look like actually flames ………… now!

Boromir gasped in horror as I took a step towards him and said in a low threatening voice,

“Never call me a Witch!”


“Never call me a Witch. I am no Witch. Witches are cold, heartless creatures that were born from fear and hatred. They are not of this world, but they take the form of old hags. They are all together evil! Always they work with those who are the most evil. I fought against countless of their numbers when they were allies with Sauron. I am no Witch, I am a Sorceress! Ever call me a Witch again and my Ladylike manners will disintegrate in an instant!”

“Authiel!” A soothing voice broke me out of my anger.

Legolas placed a hand on my arm and I looked at him, instantly calming down.

“I would not call her that again if you wish to live!” Legolas warned.

“How do I know that you really are a Wit …. A Sorceress?”

“That was not enough for you?”

“No, no it is not!”

“Why else would I carry a staff with me at all times?” I asked nodding my head to the staff that was sticking out from under Athae’s saddle blankets.

Pelior squawked as she flew over Boromir’s head, who flinched and ducked down slightly, and gracefully landed on my shoulder. She nuzzled neck whilst I tickled her under her beck and Legolas gently ran his fingers over her back.

“Authiel!” Gandalf called from his place at the front of the company, “Come here please!”

I hurried up to him and stood between himself and Frodo.

“What did you see?”

                Looking to the ground, I let out a sigh, I retold my vision; shaking at the memory.

“It was some dark place; very old and very evil. I only know of one place that is that dark and to be perfectly honest I do not wish to speak its name when we were just stalked by some creatures of the dark.”

Gandalf looked me deep in the eyes and slowly nodded his head,

“Very well. We must move on quickly. The spies of Saruman could be anywhere. Authiel, you know the mountains well. Where is the nearest entrance?”

For a few minutes I thought of working out what I could do.

“There are two choices. There is either the safest, or the easiest.”

“What do you mean?” Boromir asked.

“We have two choices. One is nearby but it can be dangerous. The other is further along but it is a lot safer, but it adds a few extra hours onto the journey.”

“The quickest route is the best!”

“As you wish Gandalf but it will have to be single file and you must step in my exact steps. Only then will you be majority safe.”

I turned my head to Pelior and in a whisper I said,

“Echyr or. Esta-ero ae ennas naa daquin, ero lye naa bo i raika pâd, ar nelde ero naa na lye mem!”

[Circle above. Call once if there is danger, twice if we are on the wrong path, and three times if we are almost at the top!]

She nudged my cheek affectionately meaning that she understood what I had asked her to do. She then dived into the air and soared high above us.

“Athae!” I called.

                My beautiful mare  charged over to me, pushing Legolas aside with her head. Suppressing a giggle I said,

“Tan-tanak Bill apahda-mi llie rŷn. Llie sint mani nae car!”

[Make sure Bill follows in your footsteps. You know what else to do!]

She let out a huff of air and returned to her place in the line, not before she slapped Legolas in the arm with her tail. A smirk filled my face as I watched him rubbed his arm with a pout filling his features.

“This way!” I called.

Calmly, I approached the nearest section of the thick bushes that were surrounding the base of the Misty Mountains. I took a deep breath and spoke in a whisper, my fingers splayed.

“En seorsa. Nae nin llie thurin imraid desha tanya im lothron lind de nae Redhorn!”

[Wonders of nature. Reveal to me your hidden path so that I may journey up to Redhorn!]

I pushed my fingers out so that the air rippled off of them as I waited for a reply.

Of course, my Queen! The voices of nature whispered back to me.

I frowned when they said ‘my Queen’.

Why do they call me that? All the creatures of nature call me there Queen. Radagast calls me that. As do the trees. Yet why? Mother please tell me soon for I do not understand it!

“Ni ‘lassui!”

[Thank you]

As I spoke those words the bushes parted and I confidently strode through; much to the amazement of the others. Once I had stepped through the narrow path, I looked at the three passages that were twisting off from the path that I was on and whispered,

“Nin nae un imraid!”

[Show me the correct path!]

It is here O’ Queen. Let it stay in your sight till you leave it!

“Lothron nae Valar beria-llie.”

[May the Valar protect you.]

“Follow me up this path. Do not try to overtake me at any point for I have been gifted my nature to see this path and I cannot pass that on to any other being. Only ever step where I step. Then perhaps you will be moderately safe!” I ordered over my shoulder at the shocked company.

I took a deep breath and then began to follow the weaving yellow trail that dotted up the practically vertical climb to the Redhorn Pass. 


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