Lost Legacy: Tale of an Elven Princess

This was written many years ago, when writing fanfiction never hurt. It is a majority of my own; just using the characters.

Prologue:

Evening in the West

Dawn in the East

Lost is the Princess of the Elves

No more does the Morning Star Shine

Nor the Yellow Moon shed tears of Dew

A loss so great to those so fair.

Chapter One

In the Courts of Mirkwood, Thanduril paced the hall of welcome. His guest was very late, and it was growing darker by the hour. Halls echoing his heavy steps, soon filled with the sound of another approaching at a quick pace. Moments later, a messenger entered the room.

“My lord,” the light haired elf bowed deeply, “a message from Liatha.” Thaduril stopped at the elf,

” Well..where is it?” his patience was waning greatly.

“Here sire,” the elf handed him a small letter of green.

“Thank you Hanadra.” The king took the note, walking from the messenger. As he sat down, he opened it, taking note of the fine hand.

“Strange for a guide to have such fine hand…” he said to himself. As Thanduril began to read, entered another fair headed elf.

“Where is the guide?” the elf looked around, hoping to discover the arrival of her. Thanduril did not respond, reading the letter, which stated:

“Lord Thanduril,

I have received important information regarding the lady you son seeks. I shall not arrive in Mirkwood for another three weeks at most. I must see if this information proves correct, for I will not scamper about the lands in search of her.

Informative and hopeful,

Liatha. “

Thanduril looked up after finishing it, “Legolas she is not coming.” The elf stood agahst. “What do you mean not coming?”

Thanduril sighed, as his son walked to him. “She is confirming some information that she discovered. The search is delayed by three weeks at the most. At the most.” Legolas frowned deeply, for it was difficult for him to agree with the guide’s reason.

“But why not pursue it when we’re searching, that makes more sense Father.” The king laughed, his son’s impatience was indeed growing more every day. “My dear son, it is not the will of one to decide what will happen. I have a feeling that this guide is more than she tells. But, as for her reasons for delaying it, she wishes to make sure she is following the correct path.” The Prince nodded, still not agreeing with her decision.

“ In three more weeks, my love may be gone!”

Thanduril shook his head, “I do not think so Legolas. Trust me, there is more than meets the eye to your lady.”

As darkness fell on Middle Earth, a cloaked figure rode into a small village after days of riding. From beneath the hood, grey blue eyes watched all the people, observing and noting. Her face not visible, but it was apparent by the way she carried herself she was elven. Many of the men were unafraid or unmoved for most of them were either Rangers or people who had relations with her kind. Those who were not, however, were very much intrigued at the reasons for one of the “fair folk” to grace their village. The lady just chuckled, knowing they were staring, but also knowing their thoughts. She rode rather slowly, taking in all about, hoping to find the one house she needed to be. Within a few moments a small house, surrounded by a garden appeared in her view. She smiled, recognizing it from details given to her by her informant. “It shall look like that of Rivendell but with a hint of Lorien. Surrounded by all that it beautiful or good in nature,” the words from the message replay in her mind. The lady pulled her horse to a halt, dismounting gracefully and quick. The people who had been watching all seemed to stop, many thoughts flowing through their minds. Most having the question “Why them?”. She glanced about before walking up to the house, the strange gathering bothering little. As she turned to approach the home, several of the Rangers smiled and whispered among themselves. Otherwise, everyone returned to their business.

As she walked forward, she noted that there was a strange combination of flowers. Pink carnations and Athelas, indeed all that was good. The lady paused, looking at the spot of flowers, taking in the fragrances, standing still for a little bit. Then, as if stirred from a dream she walked up to the small home, tapping on its door. Inside, the shuffle of feet could be heard, and after a couple minutes an elven maiden opened the door and stuck her head out.

“Who calls this late hour?” her voice spoke uneasily.

“A call from a friend of the Mirkwood Court.” The maiden frowned, and stepped out of the home, closing the door softly behind her.

“Who dares come under the name of Thanduril?” her voice angered a bit, but a touch of fear also entered it.

“A friend, and guide.” The lady responded, sensing something was being hidden,

“I’ve come to inquire after something I’ve been alluded to.” The maiden fidgeted as if thinking troubled thoughts.

“Who exactly have you come for?” she said after a few minutes, as if knowing there was a real meaning behind it all. “For the Prince’s sanity…and for the King’s peace.” The lady responded. At the mention of Prince, the maiden’s face paled greatly.

“Which son?” her question came, revealing who she was.

“Legolas, the one you were betrothed to, Nirana.” The maiden stood in much of embarrassed, but not in love stance.

“So long he comes now. He mustn’t have really cared. People change as do the emotions of one.” Her response caught the guide off guard by a shot. She had not expected this kind of response, but she did at the same time.

“Indeed. Is this the message you are going to give him?” Nirana gave a confused look,

“I am to give him? I thought you were the one to give him the news.”

“I am no messenger, I am the guide who will lead him to you so you can explain your feelings to him on your own.” The lady smiled beneath the cloak, not allowing for Nirana to get away. Duty and responsibility called on her, and she must explain her feelings to Legolas.

“Just the guide to the solution. What if I am gone from this place?” Nirana said, cold and threatened her tone.

“If you are gone, then you will be retracked. I have my friends Nirana, ” the lady said calmly.

“Who are you really?” Nirana was evidently aware this was no mere elf or guide, “You are definately more then you say…so who are you?”

The lady smiled beneath the hood of the cloak,

” I am of secret and fire, of the East and West, moon and sun. I am that of Half and I am one of two. I go by three names, none shall you find out this night. But if you stay and tell your tale to Legolas, you may find out before we leave who I am. Bringing him to this place will take time, but you will need to think of a way to explain it without cause for distress, for he will be greatly.”

Nirana frowned, the riddle very obtuse. Many were of the Half elven, but many also were two.

She nodded,”So I shall stay, but only because your riddles are broad like the Ford. But no other reason.” m Nirana turned around and opened the door, walking back inside, then turns around again “Do you wish to stay this night here?” But the lady shook her head.

“I should not want to intrude into your home, but I do have a place to stay as well. And do not bother to search for me in the morn, for I will be long gone,” She turned and walked back down the path, leaving Nirana in silence.

Within the mists of early dawn, the lady rode out of the village, but not unnoticed. Another was following her, and left as she did. For now, she ignored the person, for she needed speed. The troubles of being followed could be handled by many, but if need be she could stop and talk to him. As she rode, the land gave away from forest to field. She was heading northward, to her lands. Rivendell was home for her, but also Lothlorien to the east, but this day, home was among the Misty Mountains.

As she rode, the sun began to break the mist, allowing for clear passage. The shadows of the trees shifted every hour, as time waned on. The stranger following her noticed the pace had slowed. He chuckled, knowing that if he was to keep up, this pace must remain the same. Travelling on foot is slower than travelling by horse. As he watched the lady elf, he smiled. She seemed concerned about the people she had just visited. His dark gaze was very observant. He felt that if his gaze was to move, she’d be forever gone. But without warning the lady had stopped, and he lost in his thoughts almost walked out into sight. What kept him, was the sudden voice of another.

“What has kept you Lilliavonlle?” a fair elven man said, his horse near to the lady’s.

“I have sought much information Glori,” she responded.

The stranger watched from a far, now discovering the lady’s name. “Lilliavonlle, what a strange name for a half elven”the stranger thought to himself. As he watched, Lilliavonlle and the one she called Glori started moving again. They seemed in deep conversation, about what he could not tell for they spoke in levels below his own keen hearing. “They mustn’t want the birds or beasts to hear their thoughts. Or maybe they know I am following.” He thinks to himself again.

The hours waned on, until at last they had reached the Ford. Here the two elves dismounted, to take a break before entering into Rivendell. Lilliavonlle sat down on her cloak, watching Glori. She smirked as he showed off his balancing act he had been recently working on. As three of the pine cones tumbled from the head of Glori, she burst out with a clear bell laugh.

“Glorifindel! You should not waste your time on such things of children.” She said after her laughter had ceased, and the area echoed with it. The blonde elf smiled as he walked over to his dear friend.

“Yes, well not all of us scamper about the countryside on adventures. We must have something to do,” he sat down next to her.

They both chattered about things she had missed while traveling. The stranger following them sat a ways back, unnoticeable to normal eyes. They elves did not know he was there because they were too lost in their own conversation to really take notice of a shadowy black figure watching them.

The last few hours before sunset disappeared quickly. The two elves smile, standing up and preparing to go forth to home. They remounted their steeds and whispered them into motion. The stranger had fallen asleep; the lack of it during his travels caught him off guard. The two elves rode through the ford disappearing up the path on the opposite side, the evening setting in quickly, hiding them as they go. They had been listening quite closely to the one following them, and knew when he was deep in slumber. Rushing into Rivendell was no small feat of action as the deep river was at its highest at this time of year. Upon arrival in Rivendell, they both quickly dismounted and were greeted by the Lord of Rivendell himself. “Welcome back, dear daughter…”