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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13. Chapter Twelve - The Walls of Moria

We had been walking for some time and final we reached a strip of land in the shadow of the ruins of the great aqueduct with the ice and mist drifting down from the mountains. I was stood with the Hobbits in the middle of our company; unfortunately Boromir was behind me so I could feel his roaming gaze constantly raking over my visible flesh. However, I did my best to ignore him and listened to what the Hobbits were saying.
“But Merry I’m hungry!” Pippin whined for the fiftieth time.
A soft chuckled slipped from my lips as I saw the pout playing on his child like face when Merry ignored him, again. I pulled a slightly bruised, red apple from one of my saddle bags. 
“Pippin!” I called. 
He looked up at me just as the apple collided with his forehead. The Hobbits started loudly laughing and even Aragorn was smirking. 
“Just like last time,” Merry stated between chuckles. 
“Last time?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.
“After we had left Bree, Pippin was complaining about not having second breakfast and Strider through an apple at Pippin’s head, just as you just did,” Merry explained. 
I smiled at him and a flash passed in my eyes, after a few minutes of blinking the fuzzy light vanished and a vision passed in front of my eyes,

“Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall!” Aragorn said, looking at the four Hobbits who were unloading a few pans from Bill’s saddle bag. 
“What about breakfast?” Pippin asked.
“You’ve already had it!”
“We’ve had one yes, what about second breakfast?”
Aragorn gave him a strange look a strange look before walking off.
“I don’t think he knows about second breakfast Pip!” Merry stated.
“What about elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, supper? He knows about the, doesn’t he?”
“I wouldn’t count on it!”
A bright red apple flew through the air and Merry swiftly caught it before passing it to Pippin. Another apple flew down and hit Pippin in the chest. 
“Pippin!” Merry called in mock anger.

    With a gasp, I was knocked back to my senses and I felt myself falling backwards. I landed hard on the rocky ground and I groaned in pain as my head pounded in intense agony. A pair of strong arms helped me up and I smiled softly at Legolas. He looked at me and said in a soft voice,
“Naa llie?”
[Are you alright?]
“Im naa braind.”
[I am fine. Just another vision!]
“Naa llie tanak?”
[Are you sure?]
He nodded his head and his eyes glowed in a loving way. I smiled at him and then continued walking. 
“What happened there?” Pippin questioned.
“Just a vision!”
“What of?”
“All of you with Aragorn before the incident at Weathertop.”
“You saw that!” Pippin cried in awe.
“So you see the past, present and future?”
“Only glimpses, but yes I have the complete gift of sight.”
“That is … is astounding!”
“Why do you need to see the past?” Sam asked. 
“If someone had been wrong in their past then I can look back and find the truth.”
“Wow!” Merry and Pippin spoke in unison.
I smiled at them both and watched as they tripped and stumbled over the boulders underfoot. 
“Frodo, come and help and old man!” Gandalf called from up the front. 
Frodo smiled sadly and walked over to Gandalf who pulled him over to the side and spoke to him in a hushed tone. As I walked past them, I heard Frodo say in a panicked whisper,
“Then who do I trust?”
You can always trust me, my dear Hobbit. I have seen the worst of the Ring’s evils first hand; I will protect you from its trance. I spoke in his mind. 
He looked at me, shocked from my voice entering in his mind. Slowly he smiled at me as Gandalf chuckled and shook his head at me. With a quick wink to Frodo before continuing to walk on. 
    Walking past him, I gazed at the sight before me. An inky black lake rippled across the dark landscape boarded by rocks of grey and charcoal black. I crinkled my brow and a look of confusion passed over my face, this was not the entrance that I knew so well. It was different. It had a somewhat evil feel to it. 
“The walls of Moria!” Gimli said in awe.
A grin soon replaced my confusion as a thought filled my head. 
Balin’s home. I had not seen Balin in an age.
Slowly we made our way along the treacherous, narrow path of greasy stone. As he was walking, Gimli kept tapping the wall of stone with his axe; intensely listening. Gandalf was doing the same.
“Dwarf doors are invisible when closed!” Gimli explained. 
“Yes Gimli, and even if their masters cannot find them. If their secrets are forgotten!” 
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Legolas stated with a smirk on his face. 
Rolling my eyes at him, I elbowed him sharply in the ribs as I looked at Gimli who was sniffing in disgust at the comment. 
“Grow up!” I hissed as I walked past him. 
    A smile grew on my face as I saw a smooth rock wall nestled between two twisted, gnarled trees. Slowly, faint lines appeared as my gaze settled on it, looking like slender veins of luminous silver. 
“Gandalf!” I called.
He looked at me and I nodded towards the wall. A grin filled his face as he spoke in a hushed voice,
“Isildin … it mirrors only starlight and moonlight … Aut- …”
He did not need to tell say anymore. I looked up at the dark sky and whispered,
“Valar, aint ammen na llie gelaid medlin in dui na-nindolen myrn!”
[Valar, gift us with your natural light of the night to read these dark ruins!] 
The large moon crashed into view over the top of the mountains. The lines on the wall grew broader and clearer until an arch was visible with interlacing letters and symbols curving it. 
“It reads, ‘The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria, speak, friend, and enter’,” Gandalf translated. 
“What do you suppose that means?” Merry asked.
“It is simple, you speak the password and the doors will open,” Gandalf confidently said.
He cleared his throat and raised his arms up before chanting,
“Annon Edhellem, edro hi ammen!”
[Gate of the Elves, open now for me!]
Nothing happened. The cliff continued to tower into the night, the cold wind blew and the doors continued to stand. Undaunted, Gandalf raised his arms again, 
“Fennas Nogothrim, lasto beth lammen.”
[Doorway of the Dwarf-folk, listen to the word of my tongue.]
    Whilst Gandalf continued to chant in the different tongues of Middle-Earth, I approached Athae and took a small bundle of clothes from her saddle bags. I began to make my way away from the group to where a jutted out boulder way a little way off when Pippin cried out in dismay, 
“Where are you going?”
All eyes fell on me; even Gandalf had stopped his chanting, curious on what I was going to do. 
“To change, my dear Hobbit. I have visited Moria many a time and I truly do not wish to wander around those rocky paths in a gown!” I called over my shoulder.
Stepping behind the rock, I swiftly slipped out of the dress before slipping into a new outfit. Just as I stepped out from behind the boulder, dressed in new, clean clothing, I heard Gandalf say,
“I once knew every spell in the tongues of Elves, Men and Orcs!” 
“What are you going to do, then?” Pippin innocently said.
“Knock your head against these walls, Peregrin Took, then maybe I would not have to answer stupid questions when I am trying to find the opening words.”
A giggle slipped from my lips and I walked over to the rather shocked Pippin. I ruffled his hair and said with a smile,
“Ignore him Pippin; he is just annoyed that he does not know the password.”
All eyes fell on me and I heard the Hobbits gasp as their faces turned bright red. Gimli looked shocked whilst Aragorn and Gandalf just chuckled at me; shaking their heads. Legolas’ face was unreadable, he seemed unfazed, but his eyes glinted with hidden emotions that I could not make out. Boromir was looking me over; lust evident in his eyes. 
“What are you wearing?” Aragorn asked. 
Cheekily I grinned at him, replying,
“Do you not like it?”
“It’s hardly practical!”
“Practical? You think that my clothing should be practical? Do you know anything about Women’s clothing? Trailing gowns and tight corsets are hardly practical; and besides, this is how those who dwell in Moria know me!”
“What do you mean?”
“I wore clothing such as this on the Journey to reclaim Erebor!”
    Slowly I approached the still, dark water and looked down at my reflection. A tight corset top pushed up my breasts so they were even more visible from the low cut neck line. The green and white material in its swirling patterns tightly clutched my skin, showing of my desirable features. A pair of tight, black leather trousers showed off my long skinny legs and some thick high knee boots ran up my legs. A pair of black fingerless gloves on my hands; gloves that were made from the same hide as the boots that I had previously been wearing. My belt was tied around my waist, hanging diagonally from my right to left hip. Both my swords were on either hip, a quiver full of arrows was strapped to it too; and a grappling hook with elven rope was tightly wound together. Two black daggers were hidden in either boot as well as one in the groove in the centre of my corset. 
    Aragorn and Sam had moved away from the group to where Bill and Athae were stood, Aragorn started to un-tack Bill. 
“Mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as Bill!” Aragorn explained in a whisper. 
I placed my hand on Athae’s long nose and whispered,
“Llie zhal’la bad-ichl, mellon nin. Im heria-a i ennas thel-pol-goe daquin aul sin. Bad-bair, ron thel-henia!”
[You should go too, my friend. I have a feeling that there will be great danger in these mines. Go home, they will understand!]
I took my staff from my bindings as I replaced the bundle of clothes. 
“Bye Bill!” Sam sadly said. 
“Go on, Bill go on … don’t worry, Sam … he knows the way home.”
Aragorn slapped Bill lightly on the rump, causing him to go trotting off into the darkness with Sam sadly watching after him. 
“Bad-bair!” I whispered softly.  
[Go home!]
She looked at me for a moment before nodding her head and walking off into the distance; back to our home. Sadness filled me but I quickly dropped it as I saw the large ripples, from where Merry and Pippin had been throwing stones into the inky black lake, slowly begin to fan out. 
    Gandalf let out an exasperated sigh, before dropping down onto the boulder besides Frodo. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and his index finger on his right hand as he thought of what could possibly be the password.
“Gandalf, my old friend, it is not your fault. They must have changed their password since we were last here; Balin always enjoyed talking in riddles!” I lightly said, attempting to break the mood. 
“That’s it!” Frodo cried, “It’s a riddle!”
“Of course …” I whispered.
“Speak, friend, and enter. Authiel, what’s the Elvish word for friend?”
    Suddenly, the rock face silently divided in the middle and two great doors swung outwards, revealing the entrance to Moria through the darkness deeper than night itself. Wearily we stepped into the dark of Moria. I was the last to enter since I volunteered to bring up the read.
“Pelior!” I called. 
With a loud cry, she gracefully landed on my shoulder and I began to walk behind the others. Just as I was about to step into the darkness, I felt a presence, a dark presence, and I heard the water begin to stir. Swiftly, I shook the feeling of and followed after the rest of the Fellowship.
    Wearily, we strode into a dank, dark cavern with a large winding staircase that led deeper into the mountain. 
“Soon, Master Elf,” Gimli said, breaking the eerie silence that had settled on us, “You will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves; roaring fires, malt beers, red meat off the bone! This, my friend, is the home of my cousin Balin … and they call this a mine!” He loudly snorted out a laugh, “A mine!”
A glow from my staff suddenly lit up the chamber. I recoiled in horror at the sight that greeted us; many Dwarf skeletons littered the ground at our feet. They were strewn everywhere, clearly left to rot wherever they had died in some old battle. The rusting armour and shields were peppered with arrows, and axes and blood splattered each rotting corpse whilst flies hungrily hovered around the remaining flesh; enjoying their meal. 
“This is no mine … it’s a tomb!” Boromir grimly stated. 
“No … no … no …!” Gimli cried in horror.
Legolas bent down and pulled a crude looking arrow out of a long deceased Dwarf’s chest. He looked at it for a moment before looking up at us and spitting, 
    Swiftly, I drew out my dual blades (discarding my staff to the floor) from their scabbards and took slow steps away from the corpses; towards the entrance. 
“We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come here. Now get out of here, get out!” Boromir screamed. 
From my right side, I heard a scream of fright and I whipped around to find Frodo being pulled across the ground due to a huge tentacle that had wrapped itself around Frodo’s ankle. Quickly I severed the oily tentacle in two and allowed Aragorn to pull him to safety. I continued to hack at the remaining withering limbs with Boromir at my side. Twenty more shot out of the rippling lake; thrashing about as they searched for their lost pray. The dark water began to boil as the hideous beast lashed out at my companions. Again it lashed out at Frodo, grabbed his ankle (again) and pulled him towards the lake. Pelior flew from my shoulder and began to claw at the creatures face. I let out a battle cry of my own and ran full speed at the creature. Pushing off on a jutted out boulder, I flew through the air and flipped dramatically, spinning several times as I sliced at the many thrashing tentacles. 
Suddenly, Frodo was flung into the air over the top of the creature, which had reared its ugly head out of the water and held open its mouth, showing off rotting flesh stuck in it. With a single hack, I chopped the tentacle holding Frodo in half. It released him and he fell down towards the water; thankfully into Boromir’s waiting arms. 
“Into the mines!” Gandalf cried. 
“Legolas!” Boromir screamed. 
I dropped to the ground just as Legolas shot an arrow at the beasts head. Springing to my feet, I followed after Boromir as he raced past me to where the rest of the Fellowship were waiting; each retreating into the mines.
“Pelior!” I called as I ran. 
She let out a cry and soared a head of me into the entrance; I scooped down and picked up the staff that I had abandoned when the creature had first attacked. As soon as I forced my way into Moria, the coiling arms lashed out at the door.
    With a shattering echo, the door was ripped away from the wall; creating a rock slide. Rock from the cliff fell down within seconds; tons of rocks sealed the doorway, throwing us into darkness. A faint light rose from mine and Gandalf’s staff, throwing an eerie glow onto the old wizard’s face. 
“Now we have but one choice,” Gandalf said, looking at me with dark eyes, “We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard … there are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world!”

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