"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."
To the Ends of the Earth
Green eyes peered through the grove and brush; darkness falling upon the lands quickly; both weatherwise, and by Sauron's hand and minions. Anoron was on the other side of the Burinen...about to head back into Rivendell. The LAST haven for all that is good and gold. Most survivors from other parts of the lands flocked here. Mostly elves; some men, and Dunedain. However, most men fled to Helm's Deep, where King Eomer was sheilding and protecting his people and others.
Aragorn, too, had come back to Rivendell - once again picking up his sword and joining the ranks of Dunedain Chiefton. His people were still in Minas Tirith....what was left of it. Some hiding out. Many cities had already been destroyed - the ring, lost and found by minions of Sauron, and restored to the dark lord. There seemed to be no hope for good anymore. Yet the determined few still tried.
Signalling with her hand - Anoron and her small troupe of rangers from the north and south emerged from the brush and grove - crossing the River Bruinen by foot; it rose just above their knees as they began to wade through it. They'd been out, scouting and observing the movements of the enemy. Everyday - a battle seemed to rage; either outside of Rivendell, or to Eomer's front. But darkness was drawing closer to Imladris. They faught and strived to keep THIS haven alive.
But sunlight was far gone; hidden behind rain and grey clouds. It was light enough to see during the days....but just cloudy. Anoron almost forgot what sunshine felt like. No stars were seen at night; and it rained three out of seven days a week, if not more. Crossing the river - Anoron called out in Elvish, alerting those guards that hey had returned, and they were indeed friend and not foe. Walking into the thicket, they passed bush and tree, looming and overgrown by neglect. Elves had no time to tend and keep their Rivendell woods anymore, since more important matters were at hand.
However, the overgrown wood did serve as good protection from outside forces. Almost like a maze, to those who did not know the way. Anoron and her small troupe made their way through the thick overgrown woods, heading back towards the walls and sancitiy of Rivendell.
Elrond had sailed; but the twins had stayed, hoping to tend Rivendell in this time of need, and assist men and their fellow Elves in this tragic time. Lorien elves had also flocked here to help....but still, no word yet from Thranduil's people, or the elven prince. There were rumors circulating that Mirkwood had fallen by the minions in Dol Guldur -- and was overrun by evil, no elves remaining. The forces of good prayed it wasn't so; especially Aragorn, who had befriended the elven prince.
Reaching the city, Anoron and the others were admitted. Though in dark times, the city bustled with activity; men and elves interacting together once more; speaking and laughing, despite horrible times outside the walls. Their last haven - their release. If they couldn't be merry here, then their souls would die from sadness. They had to keep their spirits up. It warmed Anoron, of Dunedain descent - to see elves and men interacting so. A last hope....perhaps a glimpse of what could have been, had the Ring been destroyed.
But such was not so. "What news?" Anoron asked; watching her small company drift off to get water, clean clothes and food. She, however, moved straight over to the military advisors; an elf, Fionas.
"We've recieved reports of Easterlings heading North and North West." Fionas said, point at the map and showing her the trail with his finger. His elven eyes turned to her. "What saw you?"
She nodded. "The truth in those rumors," She said sadly, leaning on the small table and pointing out their trail once more. "Easterlings move closer - we can only suspect an attack. Two days. Maybe more, should they come to an unexpected stop." She said.
"We'll be ready." Fionas nodded slowly. "More elves have arrived....it seems Mirkwood had been overrun, but some escaped. Thranduil was not among those to emerge from the wood - but his youngest son, Prince Legolas is here. He led what he could of his people to safety."
Anoron nodded slowly. She knew Aragorn would be happy to see his friend....yet Thranduil not among them only meant that he had perished. Saying her farewells to Fionas for now, Anoron joined her company, and sat down to get some water and food. It was most welcomed and needed.
With a sigh, you turn away.
With a deepening heart, no more words to say.
You will find that the world has changed forever.
And the trees are now turning from green to gold.
And the sun is now fading.
I wish I could hold you closer.
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The night had been quiet, too quiet. Trees were voiceless as well as the wind. Any elf would be suspicious of this unsuspecting silence. No birds sang or bugs crept along their way. All were trembling in fear at the rumblings of massive amounts of footfalls. The elves that dwelt in Mirkwood heard the sounds of what sounded like a large army. Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood, dashed out to the large balcony of his room and leaned over, staring in shock at the fires lighting the woods. Sauron. Ever since the fall of the Ringbearer’s quest, peace was nonexistent. The elf frowned. Not only was the fire getting closer, but so was the sounds of armor and heavy feet. Like lightening, the elf turned on his heels and ran out the door. Before he left, the longbow from Galadriel was grabbed with haste. Down the halls he flew, banging on every door he passed, telling the people to run and leave Mirkwood as fast as they could.
Legolas made his way tot he armory, where many elves stood, arming themselves for war. One elf, already dressed handed the prince his golden elven armor. Quickly Legolas slipped it on, they would need all the protection and help they could get. No one could reach them in time. Mirkwood had to make a stand against this invasion, and the Elves under Thranduil’s rule would have to defend it, even to death. A quiver was strapped on his back and filled with arrows. Around his waist was belted an elven scabbard. Sheathed and ready was a long sword, sharp and slightly curved, just as the fashion of the elves. “Save everyone you can! Get the women and children out safely! Mirkwood will fall, but its people shall live on. I will take any elf willing to come with me to hold off the armies of the Dark Lord as long as we can!”
“Not without me, son.” Thranduil said, putting a hand on his son’s shoulder from behind. The King of Mirkwood was dressed in his armor, ready for battle.
Legolas looked to his father in shock and wonder. He frowned slightly and shook his head. “No father...you should lead the people to safety! Rivendell still holds hope, they will need you.” The young elf pleaded. He did not want to see his father ride out, knowing that he could possibly die. The number of orcs and beastly creatures were rising, more than ten thousand. But thranduil just shook his head and simply told his son that he would ride with his son to death, a last stand for Mirkwood and it’s people. There was no time for him to protest against his father’s wishes. Groaning, Legolas nodded and picked up his bow again. “Stay with me father, I want to loose sight of you not.” And with that, the elves that would stay and fight were all dressed and ready for battle.
Both father and sun led them to the stables where the horses whined nervously, knowing that something terrible was about to come. They mounted their horses and rode out tot he gates where they waited for everyone to gather. Fire was making it’s way into the city as arrows lit and large objects with fire flew overhead. Screams overtook the city within as women and children ran for their lives, some elves helping them leave. Mirkwood had an escape passage that led down under the river and out into the outskirts of the woods, the only passage to safety. Thranduil turned his steed and faced the elves that were going to fight, his son included. “Mirkwood is mother to us all! We have fought for her since the Darkness has tried to take her! Fight for her once more! Fight with me!” A loud cry was heard as they cheered, the war cries of the last stand.
Finally, the gates opened and they charged, some with bows and others with swords and spears. Thranduil and Legolas rode out ahead into the massive army of both siege weapons and minions of the Dark Lord.. The band of elves were sorely outnumbered, but that did not matter. Deep down, no one thought that they would survive this, but they would die fighting. Blood began to wet the lands while fire blazed around them, the woods burning for what seemed endless time. The elves fought hard, cutting through the armies of orcs and ugluk-hai. One orc thrust a spear into the chest of Thuranduil’s horse, sending rider and steed to the ground. Legolas cried out, seeing his father fall to the ground. His sword was plunged into the head of one orc while he kicked another. Meanwhile, Thranduil stood and pulled out his sword, fighting on foot. Legolas tried to reach his father, but it was too late.
An arrow cut through the air like a knife and pieced the King’s back, right in the spine. But the Elf King did not fall. Instead, he gave a loud war cry and killed another. Another arrow flew and hit the elf in the side, below the ribs. Raising the swords once more, Thranduil killed another before two more arrows were shot into his chest. It took many arrows to bring the great elf down. Rage took Legolas and all he could think about was reaching his father. Some of his companions had managed to break through and head toward Rivendell, where they knew they could stay to rest for a bit. Not Legolas. The young prince leapt off of his horse and shoved an orc back, looping off heads of creatures who surrounded his father’s fallen body. Legolas finally reached his father and fell to his knees beside him. Thranduil was already dead.
He felt like crying. Were he not in the heat of battle, he would have. There would be time to mourn his father’s death once they were both out of the thick of battle. Legolas stabbed an orc as he rose to his feet, pulling his father’s body toward the horse, who was fighting as well. Hooves were slammed into heads and chest, keeping them away from the black stallion. The elven prince slung his father’s body over the horse’s back and swung up behind him. “Noro lim!” He cried, and the stallion shot off toward Rivendell, fleeing the battle. Mirkwood was lost. His side was bleeding, as well as a few cuts on his arm and a gash on the side of his head from a shield. That did not matter. When he was sure they were out of danger, Legolas slowed the horse to a canter. Tears mingled with blood on his fair skin, both his own and orc blood.
The elf stopped on the outskirts of Mirkwood, and dis mounted the stallion. Carefully, Legolas pulled down his father’s lifeless body and laid him on the ground. He wept. The elf mourned his father’s death, and blamed himself for not being there for his father. Legolas stayed like that for hours, laying on his father and crying until be could no more. Still sobbing, blue eyes looked down at his father, who looked almost peaceful. “Namarie..ada..I will come back to you...and we will meet again...” He whispered. Later that evening, Legolas buried his father on the outskirts of Mirkwood, here he had ruled for so many years. His burial site was marked with rocks and covered with stones to keep animals out. It was the best he could do for now, but he wanted his father buried no where else. Beside his father’s grave was a small creek, and looking over was a large willow tree.
Legolas washed his face in the creek and watered his steed. His wounds were still bleeding, and bruises more evident, but the dirt and blood were gone, the gash already healing. Dark circles under his eyes from his lon hours of weeping and from the battle. He sighed. The elf looked at his father’s grave for a while, before finally mounting the horse and heading back toward Rivendell. It was still a long way, but both rider and horse could bear it. It seemed like weeks before the two reached Imladris, a last stand for humans and elves. Truly tired and worn, Legolas was leaning heavily on his horse. His wound ached, especially the unattended one on his side and arm, but the grief at the loss of his father was the worst. When they entered the city, Legolas dismounted slowly, sliding off of the horse’s back and escorting the stallion to the stables. Once his horse was tended to, Legolas made his way back to the main part of the city, looking around at all of the elves and men, refugees and natives alike merging together. Some even from Mirkwood.
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Anoron dropped off her pack at her tent; there were many, row upon row, since the house of healing and Elrond's chamber wing (where such people as the Twins, Aragorn, and others resided in the better rooms) were all full. The she-ranger didn't mind at all...she liked the outdoors, and certainly didn't mind being in a tent, alongside her small company and other rangers and dunedain and elves. With news of Legolas' arrival - Anoron knew he would be one more person to lead; the leaders got the best rooms, and with all due respect - Anoron understood that.
But she didn't need another leader. Aragorn and the twins were enough. The Princeling could order about Mirkwood Elves, and any other elves...and she wouldn't mind, so long as he stayed away from her company. Once her things were tossed back into her tent, Anoron grabbed some clean breeches and an overshirt, and continued passed the tents and men; some sitting at campfires and cooking whatever was to be had for supper. Anoron would join them soon enough -- but for the time being, she was filthy. Hunting and scouting in the wilderness leave little time for personal hygene...and the streams and rivers passing through Imladris were the cleanest.
Passing through the silent and peaceful groves....Anoron felt like she could loose track of time; believe, in her mind, that things were peaceful. No wars were raging, no chance of death or extinction by Sauron's hand. Just quiet, evening chirpings of crickets and the occasional grouping of fireflies passing by. Imladris certainly was a haven...and Anoron could only pray that it did not fall to Sauron's hand. Upon reaching the riverbank, Anoron set her clean clothes down, and stripped herself of her other.
Pale, smooth skin was revealed in the evening light - which from the sky was a mix of blue, purple, and pink...cloudy, yet still light enough she could see. It was not yet dark, and Anoron knew she'd have time to bathe before actual nightfall. Stepping into the cool water, Anoron inhaled sharply at it's slight chill, but continued walking in, until the water was up to her hips. She stopped briefly, intaking a breath and looking up to the sky. She so missed the stars. It had been months now since she'd seen any. Sighing, Anoron dipped underwater - allowing the cool, clean water to refresh her weary body and soul for the time being.
Surfacing, she intook a deep breath and pushed some water off of her face. The she-ranger swam for a bit, enjoying the peace. Yet soon, she stopped; her green eyes gazing down at her wild hair. It was getting rather long, and it certainly was becoming a nusence. Wading back to shore, Anoron picked up a small dagger from her disregarded clothing, and then waded back into the water, until she was again, standing hip deep in the cool, flowing liquid.
Taking the dagger, she began to chop off her hair - trying to keep it somewhat even. She continued to cut, until it fell to her neck, some strands a bit longer - to her collarbone at most, but no longer. Smiling, she tossed the dagger back to shore, and dunked under water again, wetting her newly cut hair. Anoron figured it would be less hard work, and far easier to put under a helmet when combat came their way. Yet with her long hair, went some of the curls she'd previously had. Now, it was wavy, and some curled ends, but nothing much.
Sighing, and relaxing again, Anoron continued her swim - intending not to be too long. The smell of food was wafting over towards the riverbank, and she was growing hungry.
With a sigh, you turn away.
With a deepening heart, no more words to say.
You will find that the world has changed forever.
And the trees are now turning from green to gold.
And the sun is now fading.
I wish I could hold you closer.
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Legolas wasted no time mingling with others or bothering to tell Aragorn that he was here. For now, Legolas needed time to think. He did not even stop by the healer’s wing to dress his wounds. Never before head he lost someone so close to him. His father. The elf did not even know his grandfather. All of his life Legolas had seen others die, and he was sad for them...but this...this was worse. Now he was truly alone. No father, no mother..to a man it as different. It was still sad for a parent to die, but it was sometimes natural. Elves did not die..yet his father did, the one person he had not believed to leave so suddenly did. The elf sat under a tree by the river, his back leaned against it with his head hung low and his eyes closed. For the first time in his life, Legolas was lost. The elf who raised him was gone, and now he did not know where to go. He could sail, but something in his heart would not let him.
However, his heart was too burdened with grief to care much about anything else. There had been talk of his arrival, but no one seemed to have realized where he went. Legolas rather enjoyed that. The prince hoped to see his friends again, Aragorn and the twin Elves, but now would not have been a good time. First, he needed to get a better grasp on himself before he did anything else. Long legs were bent at the knee as he sat there, his arms at his side as if he was dying against the tree. His heart felt like. The pain was great, so great that the elf even had to contemplate whether this life would be worth anything. If he died now, there would be no more pain or suffering. He would be free of it all...
No. Legolas would not leave his friends to suffer the same fate as his father. No orc would harm his friends without a fight. His loathing for the horrid creatures became more and more the longer he thought about the battle. Sneering, the elf sighed and opened his eyes. Blue hued orbs lifted skyward, staring up through the trees and into the heavens, where his father now sat beside his grandfather and mother. Slowly, a smile came to his face, a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. No more would they have to suffer or endure pain. They were free and could live in a new immortality that was far better than the one here on Middle Earth. The last elf of the Greenleaves stared wistfully into the heavens. Again, he sighed.
The soft splashing ripped his attention away from the thought of his family. Curious as to who would be here so late, Legolas leaned over and looked behind to, keen eyes scanning the lake. There in the waters was a woman, obviously relaxing and bathing. Quickly he turned away, a blush flushing his cheeks. Silently he cursed himself. But he could not keep his eyes away for long, not for lewd reasons, but because she looked beautiful in the pale light. Angelic. Legolas turned and watched her again. Now she had a dagger in her hand. A dagger? Why would she had a dagger. His mental question was soon answered the moment she cut her hair. Her crown and glory gone instantly. No elf would dare cut their hair. None. Again, Legolas turned around, his back to the tree and his eyes cast ahead, staring off into the trees beyond. “You are not elf, thou who treads so softly through the meadows...for no elven maiden would dare shed her long locks of hair.” He said, loud enough for her to hear. He might as well make himself known now before something else happened.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth“You are not elf, thou who treads so softly through the meadows...for no elven maiden would dare shed her long locks of hair.” He said, loud enough for her to hear. He might as well make himself known now before something else happened.
Anoron turned, slightly sinking her body into the water as to hide herself...and upon squinting, noticed a male further off, sitting against a tree. "And you are not man; your golden hair, silent grace...and decency to turn your head....are not human male traits." She said; pausing to make sure he was not watching, Anoron waded out of the water and back to the shore - tossing on her cleaner clothing. So the comment was a shot at humans. Had it of been a male, they would've watched Anoron, perhaps even tried to lure her into intercourse.
Times were hard, and some men became desperate -- if they were going to die by Sauron's armies, they wanted one last romp in a bedroll. But Anoron would not be that woman. She had morals and too much pride to go giving every desperate male in the camp 'attention'. Perhaps that's why she mostly preferred the company of some elves. They seemed to hold no sexual desire for her - nothing but a desire to treat her as a lady, with the added respect of a warrior and Dunedain.
As she finished dressing herself, Anoron picked up her disregarded clothing and the dagger; placing it back into her knee-high boots. Walking towards him, she let out a sigh; scrunching and scruffing her hair within her other free hand, trying to get it to dry....and also, trying to get used to it's new length. The evening breeze caught on her neck, which felt rather refreshing. Anoron did not regret cutting her hair.
"But you're right," She said upon reaching the elf, and sitting down across from him. "I am no elf maiden. I cut my hair for convenience, not beauty," Anoron said with a smile. In such times, attracting a male or trying to be a beautiful-maiden...was not an option. Not when she had to fight. "Now, I can wear a helmet." She said with a slight smile, her head tilted a bit as she looked over the elf. "How long have you been sitting here?" She asked, curious as to how long he'd watched her before speaking.
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He smiled slightly at her comment. She had a quick wit, an admirable trait according to him. In a situation that was dire, one needed to be prepared for anything. Of course, had she sene him looking at her, her words would have been reversed; Legolas did not doubt that. He heard a few more splashes come from her direction, and no more words left her. Perhaps she was ignoring his presence now and continuing on her business. The elf was just relieved that she was not defensive yet and did not think him wicked. Legolas was far from it. Some men were terrible, just like some elves were as well. Though it was rare for an elf to act on sexual desires, they were felt and some did indeed carry out their wishes and take the treasures of a woman’s body, willingly or not.
Out of the corner of his eyes she appeared, causing the elf to jump slightly. Legolas had not expected her to approach him so quickly. Keen eyes watched her as she moved and sat down across from him on the ground. He blinked. Thank Eru for the moon’s gaze and the night’s wings, for he was pale, either from the blood loss, the grief, or even both. Luckily though, some humans could not tell when elves were pale or not, at least he hoped so at night. Not all humans were curious as to the other’s well being. Her hair was short, and he could not help keep his mind from it. It was on something else than his father’s death for a change. It was so short...had he not seen her face, she could even pass for a young man. She was tall enough.
"How long have you been sitting here?"
Realistically, Legolas did not know. He guessed to be her before she came, but he was not certain as to how long. The elf only noticed her just moments ago. His mind had been elsewhere at the time. He gave a light shrug of the shoulders. “I know not, my lady. My mind was not on the day’s youth...but I suppose for about half of an hour or so..” He paused, before quickly adding, “I only noticed you just moments ago.” He did not want her to think that he had been spying on her the whole time, that would not send out a very truthful statement about him. Legolas lifted his gaze from her to the sky briefly, before returning back to the female across from him.
“You are of the Dunédain..” Legolas whispered knowingly. How did he know? The woman had elven blood in her veins. It was not as clear as direct descendant of both elf and man, but it was there, and the elf could see it. Just like Imrahil, he too was part elf. “You have the blood of Elves pulsing through your veins...and in your eyes.” A small smile appeared on his lips. The woman had beautiful eyes. She was a beautiful woman. But she did not consider herself a beauty, for she took of the life of men at arms. Fancy gowns and jewels were not her preference. She wielded a sword, not a brush for her hair.
Re: To the Ends of the Earth“I know not, my lady. My mind was not on the day’s youth...but I suppose for about half of an hour or so..” He paused, before quickly adding, “I only noticed you just moments ago.” He did not want her to think that he had been spying on her the whole time, that would not send out a very truthful statement about him. Legolas lifted his gaze from her to the sky briefly, before returning back to the female across from him. She smiled and nodded, believing the elf had no reason to lie.
She could tell by the way his eyes fell over her - that he was still a bit surprised by her cutting her hair. Perhaps it was a bit short, considering all women kept their hair long. But Anoron didn't need it. She didn't even plan to live past these last battles....she could die. She had no husband to entertain, and no status to upkeep, save that of a female ranger.
“You are of the Dunédain..” Legolas whispered knowingly. How did he know? The woman had elven blood in her veins. It was not as clear as direct descendant of both elf and man, but it was there, and the elf could see it. Just like Imrahil, he too was part elf. “You have the blood of Elves pulsing through your veins...and in your eyes.” A small smile appeared on his lips. The woman had beautiful eyes. She was a beautiful woman. But she did not consider herself a beauty, for she took of the life of men at arms. Fancy gowns and jewels were not her preference. She wielded a sword, not a brush for her hair.
Anoron nodded slowly, casting her green eyes down a bit. "There are few of us left....but Aragorn did a good job at assembling us. Trying to rebuild. Though that seems of no use now....since the coming wars and Middle Earth's descent into darkness." She commented quietly. Many of the men had already given up hope -- but were at least determined to go out fighting. If this was to be their end....then they would have such an end, as to be worthy of rememberance.
"I am Anoron," She said, breaking the silence after her last comment, and thus, changing the dull and fearful subject. "Or, Anorista....as some of the elves have began to call me; a full meaning, in their language." She said with a slight shrug and smile. "You may call me either. I answer to both." Anoron said with a nod. She tilted her head a bit. "And you....your hair and features tell tale of a Mirkwood Elf. And judging by your acceptional beauty...you must be Legolas, son of Thranduil." She said, a faint blush on her cheeks.
Yes, Legolas was beautiful. She'd heard song and tale about him before; while some elves were gifted foresight, craftsmenship abilities, song tales -- Legolas was gifted with beauty and strenght; two very apt and admirable qualities. "How is your father?....Is he here with you?" She asked.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth"I am Anoron, or, Anorista....as some of the elves have began to call me; a full meaning, in their language. You may call me either. I answer to both."
It was certainly a beautiful name. For some reason, it fit her perfectly. Perhaps it was because the name was gentle yet strong. There was power to the name ‘Anorista’ or ‘Anoron’; he would not forget that name. Slowly the golden haired elf nodded his head to her, understanding. Personally he liked Anorista. The name stuck out the most in his mind, and was more regal that Anoron. It was too plain and a bit flat compared to the other. Perhaps one of the elves who was not at fluent as he in the Common Tongue referred to her as Anorista. Whatever the reason, he was gad that someone had called her a name he could, in his opinion, stand out and be remembered forever. “Then I shall call you Anorista.” Not to mention Anoron was more personal, being it was her birth name, and he was not sure if she wanted him to refer to her on anything else.
"And you....your hair and features tell tale of a Mirkwood Elf. And judging by your acceptional beauty...you must be Legolas, son of Thranduil."
Slowly, he nodded. Apparently he was well known by people, even humans. It was a slight surprise to him, but he said or thought nothing of it. It was not important at the moment. “Yes, I am Legolas Greenleaf.” The elf confirmed. He was the last child of the Royal family of Mirkwood. There was no denying it now or ever. He always wore his name with pride. He was the son of Thranduil, a strict elf who was untrusting to anyone, even the dwarves. It was her next words though, that made his head lower and his eyes lock on the ground. Anoron had asked about his father. The memory still fresh, so fresh that it still hurt like a thousand knives piecing his flesh all over his body. For a while, he said nothing, not sure if he could say it. He was trying to hold back the tears alone, refusing to let her see him cry. Legolas did not like crying in front of others.
“My father is dead.” Came the soft voice, barely above a whisper. “He fell in the last defense to save Mirkwood and its people from the darkness.” Legolas bit his lip. He could feel his eyes glazing over with unfallen tears. He could not cry, not now. His father would not want to see him like this. Not at all. Taking a deep breath, he raised his head and gaze back to Anoron. His jaw tightened as a small rush of anger came. Legolas looked away. Orcs. Vile creatures. They would pay for his father’s death. Even if he had to face the Dark Lord himself and perish in doing so, Legolas would uphold the name of Thranduil, not is sadness, but in glory. When he was calm again, the elf returned his attention back to her. “I buried him just a ways from the borders of Mirkwood...where he now rests on the Kingdom that he ruled and loved, just as his father before him.”
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth“My father is dead.” Came the soft voice, barely above a whisper. “He fell in the last defense to save Mirkwood and its people from the darkness.” Legolas bit his lip. He could feel his eyes glazing over with unfallen tears. Anoron had never seen an elf cry....and she didn't think she wanted to. A sad thing indeed, when an elf cried - almost a crime against nature itself. Taking a deep breath, he raised his head and gaze back to Anoron. His jaw tightened as a small rush of anger came. Legolas looked away.
She paused - almost wondering if she should say something and leave him to be. Perhaps that is why he ventured out here alone....to grieve the loss of his father and vent his frustration and anger. When he was calm again, the elf returned his attention back to her. “I buried him just a ways from the borders of Mirkwood...where he now rests on the Kingdom that he ruled and loved, just as his father before him.” He explained.
"I'm sorry," She said softly. "The grief is probably still near for you...I apologise for bringing it up." Anoron said. Obviously. She never should have asked - well, not Legolas, anyway. Anoron should've been smart, and gotten the full report from Aragorn later; he would've been able to answer all her inquiries about Legolas. And the late king, Thranduil.
Slowly, feeling guilty for only upsetting the elf more - Anoron stood. "I shall leave you to your peace. Perhaps we'll have time to speak another time." She said, nodding to him. "Good evening." Anoron said quietly, before walking back through the thicket and brush, heading towards the camp and sound of activity. He was certainly a nice enough elf - perhaps a bit melacholy...but only due now, she understood, to the recent loss of his father.
Upon reaching the camp once more, Anoron tossed her old clothes into her tent, and sat down by the fire with a few of the men from her company. They whistled at her newly 'cut' hair and scruffed it playfully. Anoron just laughed and shook her head, before being handed a plate with some bread and cheese on it. Perhaps why she preferred this life....was because she was treated as an equal; not a fragile woman, or suitable wife....but a warrior. What she was. A ranger. She'd spent years earning the respect and trust of these men - who at first like the others, had been skeptical and sexist towards her.
Now, they treated her as one of them. They watched out for her, and she them. Like family. The only family she had now - Anoron rarely spoke to her father or mother, not since leaving home to become a ranger and move to the North. Her parents had not been supportive nor impressed, and had basically disowned her from the family. That is when she met Aragorn, and he took Anoron under his wing. Now, that Sauron was gaining power....she had no doubt her family was dead; father, mother, and several sisters. But she tried not to think of them.
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Legolas simply shook his head. If it was not her asking, Aragorn would certainly ask and it would have been the same for him. It was simply a touchy subject now. There were others who had lost everyone in their family, but everyone grieved for their losses more than another’s. It hit the heart hard if not killing it. “You need not be sorry, Anorista...If it had not have been you, then another would have inquired. Do not apologize for asking a question that is on everyone’s mind.” Legolas had no doubt that is was. She was the first person that he talked to since the battle, and she was the first to know what became of Thranduil, King of Greenwood the Great. Legolas sighed, trying to push down another threat of sobs and cries for his father.
"I shall leave you to your peace. Perhaps we'll have time to speak another time. Good evening." “Namarie..” Legolas said, watching the woman walk away and return back to the camp. She seemed like a decent woman, one with a good head on her shoulders. The length of her hair was not so bad after he was use to it. Legolas had never seen a woman with shortened hair, so one could imagine the shock he had when Anoron had cut her hair. It was only hair after all, and if she wanted it longer, she could. It would just take time...time. Time was something that not one had the luxury for at the moment.
The elf did not move fro his spot. He sat there for hours more I the dark, crying silently at the loss of not just his father, but the elves murdered in the woods not long ago. Women, Children, and Male Elves. Either they were slain or escaped to take shelter here. The moon was high in the sky when Legolas finally stood from his seated position on the ground. He still had his armor and weapons on him. His feet felt heavy as he walked toward the main halls of Rivendell and toward the Infirmary. When his skin hit the light, one healer gasped at his paleness. The elven prince was rushed into the room and tended to immediately. Legolas did not notice or care. They poked him, prodded him, stitched him, and fed him disgusting liquid to help his wounds. They were lucky that he was depressed at the moment to not care. He did not really care for doctors or physicians.
The next morning, Legolas was in the room given to him, dressed in more comfortable clothing than his battle attire. The elf laid there under the silken soft sheet and covers of the bed, staring at the ceiling. Legolas had not slept at all that night, he was still in shock from it all, and the loss of his father. Aragorn had come in late that night after hearing of the prince’s return to a proper room. The elf was still pale, but the color was slowly coming back to him. Time would heal his heart and soul, time to fully digest it and move on. Legolas had said nothing to Aragorn, about his father or anyone, save that he mentioned meeting a female ranger, one of the only female rangers. While the elf laid in bed, Aragorn made a trip down to Anoron’s tent. “Anoron?” He asked, calling for her gently, hoping that she was already awake.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth“Anoron?” He asked, calling for her gently, hoping that she was already awake.
Lookin up, Anoron gave Aragorn a warm smile; the camp was quiet, as most men were still asleep, save for those who had guard duty along the Rivendell boarders. She was seated on her bedroll, overlooking the latest map of recorded orc and Easterling movements. "Good morning, m'lord." She said - extending a hand, she invited him into the tent to sit. The two were rather close...like that of a father and daughter, perhaps. Aragorn himself at the moment, had no children. And Anoron had no family...so, they helped one another, and tried to provide such support.
She wondered what Aragorn could possibly want, calling on her at such an early hour. Not that she minded...if he needed another body out in the field, or someone to go scout - Anoron was more than happy to volunteer. Yet his eyes spoke of something else. A more, personal matter.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" She asked with a warm smile, glancing back down at the map as she began to fold and wrap it up.
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Aragorn smiled and walked into her tent, closing the flap behind him. The tall ranger walked over toward’s Anoron and slowly sat down across from her in the good sized tent. His hands were clasped together and his fingers twined together; they rested on his knees. His grey eyes glanced tot he map that she was studying. It was like her to be reading a map and always preparing. Aragorn smiled at that and shook his head. “I wonder sometimes if you every rest your eyes.” He teased, trying to lighten the mood, and his own worries for his friend. The laughter soon died down as he lifted his eyes to her, looking at her seriously.
“Anoron...I visited Legolas last night. You remember him, he told me that the two of you had met by the river.” He was not going to even question what she was doing at the river, or the irony of all places the two met. That was not his concern at the moment, as if it was a concern. “However...there is something that roubles him. There is a great sadness in his eyes and I fear the worse for him...the healers told me he was quite pale when he came to them last night.” The ranger shook his head, trying to forget the eerie sight of his friend. He continued. “Has he...said anything to you at all? Was there news of Mirkwood that I was not told of yet? You were the last person to speak to him...and he has not told me anything other than that he met the first female ranger, a Dunadain like I. I know that was you.” Aragorn asked, a frown settling on his face.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth“Anoron...I visited Legolas last night. You remember him, he told me that the two of you had met by the river.” He was not going to even question what she was doing at the river, or the irony of all places the two met. That was not his concern at the moment, as if it was a concern. “However...there is something that roubles him. There is a great sadness in his eyes and I fear the worse for him...the healers told me he was quite pale when he came to them last night.” The ranger shook his head, trying to forget the eerie sight of his friend. He continued. “Has he...said anything to you at all? Was there news of Mirkwood that I was not told of yet? You were the last person to speak to him...and he has not told me anything other than that he met the first female ranger, a Dunadain like I. I know that was you.” Aragorn asked, a frown settling on his face.
Anoron paused, worryment crossing her face as well. "Well, yes m'lord. He told me his father is dead....slain by orcs, during the overtaking of Mirkwood, by front of Dol Guldor. The tears in his eyes gave no doubt....Thranduil is dead. Legolas mentioned he had buried his father before fleeing here - just outside of Mirkwood, where his forefathers before him have laid their kin to rest." Anoron explained sadly.
The thought of Legolas being so sad - pale, and loosing life, almost so close to fading - struck a chord with Anoron. No elf so beautiful in grace and appearance should whither away from the loss of a parent. Anoron was sure Thranduil would want nothing more than to see his son succeed and live on - fighting evil, and avenging his death. "I'm sorry...I should have repoted it earlier. I knew not it would affect him so." She said quietly, looking back to Aragorn with green eyes. "You can help him...right? Or try? Grief is countered by love of friends. He needs you." She said, realizing the bond between the elf and man was great.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth"Well, yes m'lord. He told me his father is dead....slain by orcs, during the overtaking of Mirkwood, by front of Dol Guldor. The tears in his eyes gave no doubt....Thranduil is dead. Legolas mentioned he had buried his father before fleeing here - just outside of Mirkwood, where his forefathers before him have laid their kin to rest."
The missing piece tot he puzzle. Legolas was grieving, though not as bad as Aragorn would have thought. Still, he was too pale for comfort, and Aragorn was filled with worry. The healers had told him that it could be from the loss of blood, for he did have wounds that had gone unattended for who knew how long. The ranger knew better though. Legolas was not THAT pale from wounds alone. He sighed. “I should have know that something like that had happened...there was more than just his bodily wounds...I should have known that.” Aragorn rubbed his forehead, a bit relieved now that he had found the cause of the elf’s appearance.
"I'm sorry...I should have reported it earlier. I knew not it would affect him so. You can help him...right? Or try? Grief is countered by love of friends. He needs you."
Aragorn nodded. “Do not be sorry my dear, I am glad that you told me now rather than later, or worse.” he did not even what to think about that. Not right now anyway. “Legolas is the last of his family...that affects anyone greatly. Knowing that my family was gone as well, I too was sad for a time. We all have lost people that were important to us...which is the unfortunate thing.” But then he smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Legolas shall be fine. I know him, he would not give up so easily. He is a fighter, and he will fight to the very end. But such words coming from you? Now my dear I feel old indeed.” Aragorn chuckled and slowly stood. “Thank you for telling me this news Anoron.” Smiling down at her fondly, he walked to the tent’s flap and pushed it open once more and leaving her to her map once more.
Meanwhile, Legolas still laid there in the bed, his hands folded over his chest. He did not feel like greeting the cold morning. He was also feeling the pain in his arm, side, and his head. That too was keeping him in the warm beds. A knock on his door turned his attention to his visitor, watching them slip into the room and closing the door. It was Aragorn. The ranger looked down at his friend sadly. The bed dipped slightly as he sat beside the lying elf, resting a hand on his knee. “I know what troubles you, Legolas...and I am sorry for your loss...but please, do not leave me to grieve your loss as well.”
Legolas’ blue eyes stared at the ranger, a king and a man of the wilderness. His friend. He smiled a bit. “The only loss that I wish is these wounds...I am beginning the feel their waking...that and the disgusting tonic that they healers made me drink.” Both laughed, a true laugh. “I could not leave you alone, Aragorn...not now. My father would not want me to abandon my friends because of his death...though it still pains me....greatly.” His voice dropped and the elf looked away, his eyes becoming fixed on the wall. “It is not an easy task to bury my own father...but he shan’t be forgotten. Never. I lie here wondering why the earth has gone so cold...and what purpose I have left. It would be easy to die...but, I suppose Eru has another will for me to be do..”
“Yes, helping me take back Middle Earth and making it a place of light once more.” Aragorn said with a warm and comforting smile.
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Anoron nodded slowly, and watched Aragorn leave. Her concern could be seen upon her face; she hoped the Elf would find some comfort in his friend, and stick around to help them fight this fight. Win or loose, everyone needed to help one another through harder times. Hope is a very dangerous thing to loose. With a sigh, Anoron got up and finished dressing herself in full ranger attire; leathers, her longcoat, boots and various smaller weapons she could carry around without discomfort. Once ready, the female Dunedain left her tent and emerged into the early morning.
A beautiful one, at that....though, like every other morning - still cloudy, and no perfect sun. If one was not aware, they might think it was cloudy afternoon. With the overcast cloud, it was so hard to tell the time of day now. Walking over to a small fire, she sat down among two of her men who were also up. They began to speak mildly about what may happen today in terms of assignments and pairings. Anoron ate some breakfast - cheese, some biscuts, water, and an apple. She was relieved to know there was still a good portion of food left.
Just as the rangers were finishing up, Elrohir came over, bidding them all good morning. He squatted down beside Anoron, and whispered into her ear, "We need to speak," He said softly. Nodding, she put down her empty plate, and stood, following Elrohir away from the morning fire - leaving her men to continue speaking and enjoying their morning.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth“Aragorn, I told you I can handle it. I refuse to stay bed resting any longer!” The elf protested while sitting up. However, Legolas was pushed back down by a nurse. He sighed. She continuously warned him about his wounds and getting rest. Legolas did not want rest. He wanted to stop those filthy orcs that were raiding another town and he did not doubt that they would move here soon. Thranduil’s death would be avengded, but ignorantly though. Blue eyes cut over tot he nurse and gave her a warning look. The female elf simply returned it and forced him to lay there. “I can stand at least! I do not want to sleep anymore!” She shook her head. Legolas knew that he was stronger than this woman, and that if he wanted to get up, he would and could. But his eyes widen at the sight of a needle she had in her hand. She was going to sedate him...again. Legolas had been stuck with that needle enough times already, just to make him stay in this room and in this bed.
“Hold him down.” The nurse said to Aragorn and the two assistant elves in the room.
It took three to barely hold him down. Legolas tried to slide out of their grasp, bu t finally he gave up and relaxed. The more he struggled the worse it would be. The nurse stuck the needle in his arm quickly, pushing the liquid into him to help him sleep more. It was taken out again, and the hands of the man and two elves let go. Legolas mumbled before closing his eyes again slowly, drifting off to sleep again. Legolas was still pale, deathly pale, but he was recovering. Every time he fell asleep, the elf had nightmares. He could see his father’s face and the blood around him, wetting the earth. Sleeping was not looking any better than facing the reality of the world.
Aragorn watched the elf drift off to sleep with the help of the drugs. “When will he be able to stand and return to us?” He asked. Orcs and Easterlings were on the move, they could use all of the help they could get. Legolas was a valid aid for them, and they would need him.
“When he wakes in a few hours, she should be well enough to be up and about. But no fighting yet. If he does go into battle, he will tear the stitchings and open his wounds again.” The female elf said sternly, smoothing her hand over Legolas’ brow. Smiling slightly, she pulled over a chair and glanced over to Aragorn. “I need to check the wounds...you do not have to stay here, my lord. I know that you are needed elsewhere.” In other words, she wanted him to leave.
The ranger frowned, but did not argue. In fact he said nothing but nodded and turned. Out the door he went, glancing back from time to time until he was back outside with the other rangers and elves.
She sighed and looked at the now slumbering elf. “You are very difficult sometimes...” He laughed, before carefully pulling off the large sleeping tunic over his head. The elfess checked his wounds, and rewrapped them with new linen and bandages.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth"Anoron, as you know, our numbers are beginning to dwindle. With every attack or defense our side pulls, it seems fewer and fewer men are returning," Elrohir began, walking alongside Anoron as they moved about the House of Healing courtyard grounds. She nodded slowly, as she listened to the elf speak. "So...what I am about to do...will no doubt upset you, but, keep in mind I am only doing this to help our side." He began, stopping and looking to her with a side. "Anoron -- last night, Aragorn and I decided that...you must stay here, while the defense of the front is taking place against the group of Easterlings." He said.
Her mouth dropped open, and she began to speak in protest, but Elrohir but her off. "I know your upset, I know you want to go, and you want to fight and help!..." He said, trying to calm her. "But your presence here is needed! We don't want to risk loosing you out there. Should something happen to Aragorn, Elladan, or I....there will still be you and Legolas here to help lead." He said.
"Legolas." Anoron said bitterly. "You will leave him behind as well?" She asked in disbelief.
Elrohir nodded. "His wounds are not yet healed, and he needs to take it easy. He'll be no good to us in stitches. He will remain here with you." He said.
Anoron sighed and looked to Elrohir angrily, but nodded slowly. She could do nothing to argue against him - he was one of her superiors, and she HAD to obey him, by rule of Aragorn. Still. At least she wasn't the ONLY one left behind. Legolas would be there, which made her feel better, and though, not. Elrohir patted Anoron on the shoulder, and kissed her forehead fondly, before moving past her and heading back into the House of Healing. Sighing, she watched him go, and then grumbling to herself, headed back to the tentrows.
Hours passed - men and elves alike were training and preparing theselves for the defense of the front tomorrow. The Easterlings were outnumbered by their forces of good by a large amount....but still, a battle was a battle, and they prepared the same way - no matter how easy victory would be. That's what angered Anoron. There was no guarentee she'd even get to fight! With all the people going, the first three lines of defense would see battle....at MOST! She wanted to be there to watch and give support. But no - she was to be left here, with the wounded to wait.
Yet Anoron found no reason why she couldn't practice. At least. It gave her something to do, instead of stewing over Aragorn and Elrohir's decision to have her stay behind. Grasping her elven longbow and quiver of arrows, Anoron slung it onto her back and made way into the woods. There was a small clearing - in which bows could be shot and practiced with. Anoron reached the spot and adjusted the quiver onto her back, before taking an arrow out and aiming it at a tree -- the tree was a target tree, and looked rather poor; holes and chipped pieces of wood.
Taking her aim, Anoron began to fire arrows, practicing. A bow was perhaps her weakest area.
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When Legolas finally woke, there was no one in his room. He was alone at last! The elf looked down at his side to examine the bandages. They were knew, he could tell. A sigh escaped his lips as he laid there, his hands resting on his lower stomach. The world felt cold to him already, yet he wanted to explore it. Because he decided to stay and fight in Middle Earth, Legolas wanted to do just that. When Aragorn returned, he would have to speak with that ranger. His old clothes had been taken from him to be cleaned, as well as the Mirkwood armor he had. At least they had brought his weapons here into this room. He stared at the sheathed sword for a while, simply staring at the beautiful designs the Woodland Elves had placed in it.
He could take it no more. He had to get out at least walk around. The elf sat up, th sheaths fell around his waist. Beside the bed was a chair with a new batch of clothes for him. Reaching over and wincing from the pain, he grabbed the breeches and white tunic. The covers were pushed back and his long legs were slung over to the edge; his bare feet touching the ground. Legolas blinked a few times, slightly dizzy from the amount of drugs used to sedate him left in his body. He had been laying down for so long, it was strange sitting up. The prince rubbed his head for a moment, letting it past. When his head stopped spinning, The elf stood and pulled on the breeches. He could walk fine, there as nothing wrong with his legs, thankfully. Once the tan breeches were on the white shirt was carefully pulled over his head, minding his wounds carefully.
Legolas slipped his boots on and walked to the large balcony of his room. If he went out the door, the nurses would pushing him right back into the bed. He wanted to breath. He looked down to judge the distance. It was not far. He could jump and land on his feet easily. That was exactly what the elf did. Climbing up onto the railing of the ledge, he hopped off and landed with a soft thud on the grass. Grass. He had almost forgotten how good it felt against his hand. A smile made its way t his lips as he stood. The sound of arrow caused his eyes to look up in alert. They were not far away, but not orc arrows. Nay, those vile creatures had thick and blunt arrows, some as thick as his finger. Curious, Legolas moved toward the sound.
An archery range. He did not know that the infirmary was so close to the Archery Range of Imladris. Blue eyes spotted a familiar form practicing. Anoron. Leaning against a tree behind her, Legolas watched her practice her shots. She was good, but there was always room for improvement. The elf always tried to improve himself when he could. After firing her last shot, Legolas spoke so he did not scare her with she had an arrow in her hands. “You are very good, Anorista..” Said he, walking toward her slowly. Legolas ws impressed. His feet barely made a sound as he walked toward her, and then stopped beside her. The elven prince examined her shots on the target ahead, nodding approvingly. “Very good indeed...” She even had a couple of near bull’s-eye marks, some were in the bull’s-eye.
“But...may I make a suggestion?” He asked, turning back to her. Stepping behind her, reached around her and put his hands over hers, aiming with her. “Keep your legs close, not too far apart, and put your hand to your cheek, like this,” Legolas moved their hands with the end of the arrow and pressed it to her cheek. “This allows more control of your shot, and more accuracy...” This was far better than laying in bed and staring at the for walls of his room. His hands released hers and he stepped back, giving her room to fire or do as she wished.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth“You are very good, Anorista..” Said he, walking toward her slowly. Turning, she looked to Legolas, a bit startled; she hadn't even heard him approaching. Yet his compliment made her blush somewhat, as she nodded in thanks - Legolas was impressed. His feet barely made a sound as he walked toward her, and then stopped beside her. The elven prince examined her shots on the target ahead, nodding approvingly. “Very good indeed...” She even had a couple of near bull’s-eye marks, some were in the bull’s-eye.
“But...may I make a suggestion?” He asked, turning back to her. Stepping behind her, reached around her and put his hands over hers, aiming with her. “Keep your legs close, not too far apart, and put your hand to your cheek, like this,” Legolas moved their hands with the end of the arrow and pressed it to her cheek. “This allows more control of your shot, and more accuracy...” He instructed; Anoron nodded, listening to him, yet also somewhat distracted by the feeling of his chest so close to her back, and the slight heat felt coming from his torso. His hands released hers and he stepped back, giving her room to fire or do as she wished.
Looking closely at her intended target, Anoron paused, intaking a deep breath and shot. The arrow soared quite fast, and hit the mark right on. Smiling, Anoron lowered her bow and looked to Legolas. "Well...you certainly have a way with bows." She said with a nod. "Of course, that is to be expected from your kind." She said with a slight shrug. Her green eyes fixed on his blue. "How are your wounds?....Or even still, how fair your spirits today? Better, I hope," She asked, a bit concerned for his wounds, but moreso his wounded soul.
Anoron held her longbow loosely within her hand. It was eerily quiet around their target area; sounds of nature and birds could still be heard, of course, yet the sounds of the camp seemed to disappear. But, perhaps that was because of the elf before her. Anoron focused when Legolas was around -- perhaps because a large part of her wanted to impress him with her skill and strength. She knew she'd lost hope of him seeing her as a woman....because of the whole, cutting her hair, episode. So Anoron wanted him to at least see her as a Ranger; someone strong and capable.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth"Well...you certainly have a way with bows. Of course, that is to be expected from your kind."
Legolas arched a brow, and canted his head to the side a bit. His kind? Elves were known to be expert with bows, but that was not all they were good at, and even some preferred the sword to a bow. The elf was from Mirkwood, where knowledge of bow and sword were of the essence. He smiled a bit. “I was taught to hold a bow before to hold a cup. My fathered wanted me to be prepared and always ready.” As a child, he was taught to use a bow before anything else. The sword came later when he could better control it, but a longbow, an elven child could hold it easily and aim, if they practice of course. “In Mirkwood, there is plenty of target practice.” The elf chuckled. Between orcs and those gruesome spiders, he had more than enough chances to get gain the experience that was needed for weapons and for war.
"How are your wounds?....Or even still, how fair your spirits today? Better, I hope,"
He nodded a bit. “They are healing, thankfully. Both of the body and soul.” It would be some time before Legolas truly got over his father’s death, but for now, he was done crying and weeping for his father. Thranduil would not want to see him so weak. He was strong, and it was time for him to recover and be strong once more for the people, both men and elves alike. “Thank you for your concern...and your words last night.” A small smile was on his face, and then he quickly changed the subject to something less depressing and dull as to his wounds. “At least I am out of that bed...Spending hours and hours in a bed and dazed from the drugs is not what I have in mind.” They did not even know that he was awake, let alone out here with Anoron.
“How fares thee this day? You have asked about my own, yet I have learned nothing of you yet.” Legolas stepped closer to her, watching her closely. She was a strange woman to him, not because she cut her hair, but because she was a ranger, one of the only female rangers he had even met. He was curious about her, and made him want to learn more about her. “You seem to know me very well...now I would like to return the favor.” Smiling he waited for her to speak, staring into her green orbs. Anoron was a curious creature, someone he was eager to learn more about, and why she had chosen the life of a ranger to a simple maiden in a town with children and a loving husband. For all he knew, she most likely did. But the fact that she seemed strong-willed and a she-ranger, he was interested in hearing her tales, for the were fare more interesting than his own.
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Re: To the Ends of the Earth“They are healing, thankfully. Both of the body and soul.” It would be some time before Legolas truly got over his father’s death, but for now, he was done crying and weeping for his father. Thranduil would not want to see him so weak. He was strong, and it was time for him to recover and be strong once more for the people, both men and elves alike. “Thank you for your concern...and your words last night.” A small smile was on his face, and then he quickly changed the subject to something less depressing and dull as to his wounds. “At least I am out of that bed...Spending hours and hours in a bed and dazed from the drugs is not what I have in mind.” He said. Anoron smiled and nodded.
“How fares thee this day? You have asked about my own, yet I have learned nothing of you yet.” Legolas stepped closer to her, watching her closely. She was a strange woman to him, not because she cut her hair, but because she was a ranger, one of the only female rangers he had even met.
Anoron nodded. "I am well, thank you, m'lord. A bit angered at a military decision made earlier this morning about tomorrow's battlefront....but, I shall get over it." She said. Anoron wondered if Elrohir had told Legolas yet, that he would also not be attending due to his wounds and recooperation. Legolas didn't seem like he knew yet.
His eyes still, held a curious nature. “You seem to know me very well...now I would like to return the favor.” Smiling he waited for her to speak, staring into her green orbs. Anoron blushed a bit and looked down.
"I do not know too much about you, m'lord. Just what I have heard from tales, and your friends. Aragorn, namely." She told him with a smile and nod. "As for me...." Anoron began, pausing. Her eyes moved back to look at him. "The details of my life would bore you, I'm sure. There is nothing interesting to tell....a simple girl, who cuts her hair, and tries to survive." She said smiling. She wondered if all elves thought her odd with her hair and mannerism; Legolas seemed to be taken aback by them. Not grossly turned off or disgusted.....rather confused at her actions - wondering perhaps, why she didn't wish to be a lady or wife.
But Anoron had her chance at such a life, and it bored her. She had no interest, nor place, at court or council with other gossiping hen women. "Did Elrohir speak to you yet?" She asked, hoping to change the subject. "After speaking to me, he left to find you."
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