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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3. Chapter Two - Departing Lorien

Closing my eyes, I felt the wind slapped at my face as I moved closer and closer to the stables. A sad song was being sung in the trees, and I could feel a tear prickling in my eyes; furiously, I blinked it away and continued to walk on.

Lorien is a beautiful city with so many elves that were born and raised in different places on middle earth. A group of elven children were running around, chasing one another whilst giggling as if their lives depended upon it. When they saw me, they all stopped suddenly; skidding to a halt. One of them, a young she-elf, lost her footing and fell to a heap in the floor. Shocked, I rushed over to her and dropped down at her side; my skirts falling in a neat circle on all sides.

                Placing a tender hand on her shoulder, I could hear the soft whimpering and sniffling as she silently cried to herself. She looked up at me, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Yo-your hig-highness!” She managed through straggling breaths.

“Are you alright?” I asked in a soothing voice, quickly scanning her visible skin in order to see if there were any server cuts or bruises.

“I-I am fine,” She whimpered.

“Then, let us get you up!”

Carefully, I helped her stand up and then helped her dust down the hem of her dress.

“There,” I said a smile on my face, “No harm done!”

She – and the rest of her group – curtsied to me. As I, too, raised, I grinned at each of them in turn and curtsied to them all. They all grinned at me in return; then sprinted off. A quiet laugh rolled off of my tongue and I continued to walk on.

                A loud bird cry sounded above my head, I gazed upwards and I just managed to catch a glimpse of a reflected ray of light from a light feather on a wing. Two red feathers casually floated through the air and landed at my feet. The feathers belonged to a red-tailed hawk. A smile slid onto my face and I let out a long, low whistle.

The hawk let out another cry in response, then swiftly dived towards the earth, manoeuvring its way towards me; dodging the trees and low hanging branches extremely effectively. Confidently, I held out my arm and felt it dip slightly as the bird landed on it. 

                With great care, I rubbed a hand over the feathered head and studied the creature. She was a beautiful creature that had light brown feathers on her head and stomach. Dark brown feathers riddled their back and on the tips of her wings were these black feathers that a sort of reddish tinge to them. She affectionately nipped me on the finger. I smiled at her and said,

“It is good to see you too, Pelior!”

She elegantly stretched her neck into the air and chirped at me.

“Are you coming with me?” I asked.

Once more she chirped at me and I grinned at her. With a slight leap, she settled on my shoulder, and with a smiled I continued to walk on.

                Several minutes later, I came to a stop in front of a large pool of water. I gazed down at the reflective surface and smiled at the portrayed image. A young, elven lady with a red-tailed hawk perched on her shoulder smiled up at me. I returned the smile to my reflected image. My fiery red hair flowed down my back to the base of my spine in thick ringlets. My skin was the colour of pale peaches that drastically contrasted against the pair of full, deep crimson lips which were twisted into a smile. I wore a dress made of the finest silks in an olive-green colour that was elegantly gathered up at the front, revealing metallic green embroidered cotton created the neck line and the cap sleeves which were surrounded by rich metallic olive-gold cording. Two, long draping sleeves that were made up of similar, shimmering material trickled past my elegant fingertips.

A top my head of woven red silk a silver circlet – that wound its way around my forehead – with weaving bands of silver and tiny emerald jewels that twinkled in the majestic light.

The hawk on my shoulder cried loudly into my ear impatiently, I brought my hand up and stroked her under her beak.

“Lyrn nín mellon!” I whispered to Pelior.

[Quiet my friend!]

Affectionately, she nipped me on the ear and I whispered, “Tol-bo hain, Pelior.”

[Come on then, Pelior.]

                Turning on my heel, I started to skip towards the stables. A soft song trickled from my lips, a song that was filled with both sorrow and joy. A song that spoke of the war from years and years ago.

As I sang, I drifted closer and closer to the quaint wooden barn that held the horses. Pelior leaped from my shoulder and through the open door. Once inside, I noted two stable hands that were busying themselves with the bringing out of a majestic mare. This fair creature had a coat of pure black, which matched her mane and hooves. All were black; save for the pure white strip that ran down her velvet nose.

“Athae!” I grinned.

Her ears twitched at the sound of my voice, she struggled away from the two boys and placed her head under the nook of my arm.

“Conj sâd ne, nín meldir?” I whispered as I hooked the bridal around her head.

[How are you, my friend?]

                She raised her head and shook it, letting out a huff of air. A wide grin spread across my face and I said,

“Conj o ne, Pelior ah ni neledh- a tithen lind na-Rivendale. Heru nín cele rel?”

[How about you, Pelior and I go on a little journey to Rivendale. Would you like that?]

She let out a long neigh and nudged me in the chest.

“Ni thel-sin rel sui a ber. Cryum ammen galia!”

[I will take that as a yes. Let us leave!]

                I ran my fingers through her mane as the stable hands loaded up the bags on either side of her with lembas bread wrapped in crisp elven leaves and a thick leather pouch filled with water. I attached a quiver filled with arrows on to the right side of her saddle. Then I tied the belt around my waist and made sure that my two finely, hand crafted swords were secure in the scabbards, with one carried on each hip, and that my bow was slung over my shoulder.

Taking hold of her reigns, I led Athae out of the stables and I let a smile slip onto my face as I thought of the journey that I was about to go through. A slap of wings sounded from behind me, and I felt my shoulder dip as Pelior landed on.

                Galadriel and Celeborn were waiting for me in the courtyard, several servants surrounding them in a small semi-circle.

“Mother, Father!” I said, dipping into a small curtsy.

Galadriel looked at me with sad eyes and said in her airy voice,

“Nín hên, lothron net lind por geilu ah ni-aduiapan.”

[My Child, may your journey be blessed and uneventful.]

I rose up and looked her deep in the eye,

“Hanna-ne an net milui pithe, nenith!”

[Thank you for your kind words, Mother!]

She smiled at me and then spoke in western tongue, “We have a gift for you. A gift that will benefit your multiple talents; though we do pray that you never have to us it!”

A small she-elf scurried forwards holding a package wrapped in some soft, floating material. Carefully, I unwrapped the package and gasped with delight. A beautifully polished staff was revealed with a top that twisted around a crystal; that was the same colour as the morning sun. Holding it in my hands, fingers splayed around it, I could feel the energy that surged through my veins trickling into the staff.

“It is wonderful!” I squealed, delighted.

Celeborn then came up to me and draped a cloak over my shoulders. I nodded my head to him.

He said that powerful voice of his, “Haldir shall take you to the boarders, then from there on you are alone.”

I nodded my head and curtsied to them both. Celeborn held his arms out and I practically fell into them. He engulfed me into a large hug and he whispered in my ear,

“Lothron in maei ivrin in pant ivrin Middle Earth aphada vi net gwâth!”

[May the luck of the whole of Middle Earth follow in your shadows!]

“Hanna-ne adar!”

[Thank you Father!]

Turning to Galadriel, she gave me a sad smile and held out her arms for my embrace.

“All will be revealed soon, nín ill.” She whispered into my ear.

[ … my Daughter.]

I gave her a puzzled look, but her face revealed nothing more.

                Walking back over to Athae, I ran my hand across her back and lifter up her reigns. Holding them firmly in my hands, I looked over at the King and Queen. With a nod of my head, I confidently strolled away into the brutal world of men and orcs that is known as Middle Earth.

Just as I left the sight of my dear family, the airy voice of my Mother floated into my head,

“Lothron in Valar beria ne!”

[May the Valar protect you!]


------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sorry it has taken so long this to be updated, I have been really busy with my other stuff. Oh, and the Sindarin doesn't really help either, it takes forever to translate. Hope you enjoy and the next chapter will be up soon xxx



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