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((Im posting this for Sharkbait... he is applying for jobs so he wont be on as much. ))
Melannen rode swiftly to the fortress of Minas Tirith. He knew that time was of the essence – the fate of the whole elven race depended on it. Through the wilderness known as the Brown Lands he rode – through the River Anduin at South Undeep, through the Wold and East Emnet and through the River Entwash into Anòrien. He then took the road to Minas Tirith.
All of this had taken him the better part of two days. His horse had been ridden to the absolute limit, and was extremely exhausted by the time the fortress of Minas Tirith came into view.
Melannen stooped to view the mighty fortress. It had remained unchanged since he departed it many months ago to go to Rivendell. Still, the very sight of the magnificent fortress took his breath away. The white tower at the very top, the strong white walls, the white houses – it seemed a place of beauty and strength. Melannen sighed in awe.
Welcome home, he thought to himself as he rode down to the large gates. He dismounted, stood in front of the gates and whistled loudly. Within moments, a guard appeared on the ramparts.
“Who are you?” he demanded. “And what do you want?”
“I come to seek Gandalf the Grey Wanderer,” replied Melannen, drawing back his hood.
Instantly, the guard’s eyes went wide. He turned around to issue orders.
“Open the gates!” he cried, “The Elven Prince of Ithilien is here!”
Instantly, the gates swung wide. Melannen strode through the opening, and gave the reins of his horse to a waiting guard.
“You are lucky, my lord,” he said. “The Grey Pilgrim is planning to set off tomorrow.”
Melannen nodded. “Thank you,” he said. “Where is he?”
“He is with the Steward Turin at the moment,” replied the guard. “I’d still hurry though.”
Melannen nodded his thanks as he rushed off in the direction of the Throne Room.
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Melannen strode through the entrance of the last level. He passed through the courtyard, pausing only to look sadly at the dead white tree there. He wondered if he would ever see it bloom again. He then mounted the stairs to the Throne Room, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
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The throne room itself was a wonder to behold. On each side stood statues of bygone kings of the ages of Men, men of renown and valour. And at the end stood a magnificent throne, standing proudly high, as if to show the exalted status of the king. However, the throne was empty, as it had been for several years. Next to the mighty throne of Gondor stood a smaller throne, simple and unadorned. This was the throne of the Stewards of Gondor, as it was believed that the line of Isildur son of Elendil died out many years ago in the plague of TA 1636–37, which was almost 1250 years ago.
The Steward’s throne was, for the time being, empty. A table was set up nearby, and two men sat at the table having lunch. One was royally dressed in robes of black and blue, but there was no crown on his head. He appeared young, with his jet black hair and short beard, as well as wise and royal. This was Steward Túrin II, the twenty third Steward of Gondor.
The other man was dressed in a faded blue outfit. His hair was white, with a long beard. Next to him sat his conical blue hat, and his staff. Melannen knew that this was no other than Gandalf the Grey, wise wizard of Middle Earth and friend (and foe) to many.
Both men looked up as Melannen came in. Túrin gave a cry of joy.
“Melannen!” he cried, as he leapt up from his seat to embrace the elf. “Welcome! We were not expecting you to come for ages upon ages! Did you complete your elven training already?”
Melannen smiled. “I tried to,” he joked. “But elven women are attracted to Princes of Gondor as bees are to honey.”
Túrin roared with laughter. “I see,” he said. “Maybe I can send my sons there – maybe they might have some luck with the ladies there – they don’t seem to here!” He shook his head. “Boy, is it good to see your face again.”
“It most certainly is,” agreed Gandalf with a twinkle in his eye. “Even if he had to run all this way to escape elven women!”
Melannen smiled as he approached the wizard. “It is good to see you two again as well,” he said. Then his face grew serious. “But there are matters to discuss of grave importance. That is why I am here.”
Túrin nodded. “Well pull up a chair and sit down,” he said. “You must be famished after your travels. Come, sit and eat.”
Melannen obeyed with a will. He sat opposite Gandalf and helped himself to the delicious spread of fruits, meats and wine. As he ate, he related to both of them what had happened since his departure from Minas Tirith all those days ago. Gandalf looked sharply at the elf, whilst Túrin looked troubled.
“So the rumours are true,” murmured Túrin thoughtfully. “Nenya is indeed gone to the Elven Reaper.” He sighed, his food momentarily forgotten. “These are dark days that we live in.”
“Worse still,” mused Gandalf. “Mortathar is playing his pieces well. He’s inciting a war between Thranduil and Celeborn, so that the elves will be occupied. He will then move the Easterlings to attack the north. The only thing standing between him and the elves really is Esgaroth. Erebor is occupied by Smaug, and I don’t know whether Dàin II will help either. And with recent developments down here, Mortathar will prevent Men from helping the elves in their time of need.”
“What is happening down here?” asked Melannen.
“Easterlings and armies from Mordor are attacking Osgiliath as we speak,” said Túrin. “I sent two contingents for reinforcements. There has been no word ever since. Now with this news, I believe that Mortathar is trying to keep Men occupied down here so as not to send reinforcements up north.”
“The armies of Sauron are moving to attack?” inquired Melannen.
Gandalf shook his head. “More the armies of Mortathar that dwell in Mordor,” he said. “That would be the armies of Durthang and Cirith Ungol. Sauron still remains silent as far as I know, as does the Nine at Minas Morgul. For that, we can be thankful. But it is still a large army to contend with nonetheless.” He stood up and looked at Túrin. “I believe that my stay here has ended for a while, old friend,” he said. “I must go north to prevent this civil war from breaking out.”
Melannen stood up as well. “When do we leave?” he asked.
“Oh no, it is not you that is leaving, Melannen, just me,” said Gandalf.
“But what about Elenlin…and Mallenwen…we need to get the ring back!” exclaimed Melannen, now furious.
“There is nothing more that you can do,” said Gandalf. “The Dark Elf has reached Mordor. As far as I know, he resides at the moment in Cirith Ungol. We need to foil these attacks before he grows in power.” He scratched his beard thoughtfully. “One thing will work to our advantage. Mortathar will more than likely keep the ring for himself. He would not surrender it to Sauron unless he was very desperate, and that is highly unlikely to happen.” He put his hand on Melannen’s shoulder. “Gondor needs you now, Elven Prince. I will look after your friends to the best of my ability.”
Melannen nodded silently. Gandalf then picked up his staff and hat.
“I feel that I have wasted enough time here already,” he said. “I must away.”
And with that, he strode out of the throne room.
(NB: – I’m not sure whether Elves actually eat meat. Can someone clarify whether they do or don’t? And if you don’t know, well, it doesn’t matter then. Thanks! )
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Melannen and Túrin both watched as Gandalf rode off in the direction of Mirkwood. He wondered whether Gandalf would be successful in his mission. He also wondered how Elenlin and Mallenwen were faring – probably ok, with Glorofindel there to protect them.
Túrin studied the elf intently. “You seem to have a lot on your mind, Elven Prince,” he noted.
Melannen sighed. “I just wish that I would go back to protect my fellow travellers,” he said. “I swore an oath that I would do so – to redeem myself after my three years of madness in Mirkwood.”
Túrin shrugged. “Never bind yourself to a promise that you cannot keep, Melannen,” he said. “For certain eventualities will come up that will mean that you will have to break that promise.”
“I am not breaking my oath,” said Melannen. “Perhaps I’m bending it a bit, but not breaking it.”
Túrin lay a hand on the elf’s shoulder. “Well, call it that then,” he said. “Besides, we need you here, Melannen. The men need you here. I need you here. Gondor needs you here. They feel…encouraged that you are here. They feel encouraged that an elf of renown, honour and skill at arms would fight with them.”
Melannen was about to reply when he remembered what Celeborn told him.
There will be a time when you will have to. Be ready for that time.
Just then, a guard approached them. “My lord,” he said. “There is someone here who brings word from the war in Osgiliath.”
“Bring him here,” ordered Túrin.
Within moments, a soldier appeared. He had cuts and bruises all over his face, and one arm was in a sling. His armour was rent, his helmet and shield were gone, and his sword was notched in a dozen places.
“My lord,” he said breathlessly. “The battle is pretty bad. There are too many of them! Orcs, Uruk–hai and Easterlings are just swarming our defence positions. Siege engines are blasting away cover. It’s like trying to fight a flood.”
“How many are dead?” asked Túrin.
“A lot,” said the soldier. “My guess is almost half of the army there is dead. We need reinforcements, or we’ll be crushed.”
“We cannot commit any more soldiers to Osgiliath,” said Túrin sadly. “We need to look to our own defences. Sound the order to retreat.”
“Wait!” said Melannen. “My lord, there may be little enough hope for Osgiliath, but at least we can delay them a bit.”
“Why would we do that?” said Túrin. “Osgiliath is lost. We need our men here.”
“My lord,” said Melannen. “Delaying and harassing the forces of Mortathar may prove to be useful. Because then we can use that time to mobilise Gondor and Rohan to our cause. Light the signal pyres, and they will come to our aid in this desperate time of need.”
Túrin scratched his beard in deep thought. “That is a good idea,” he mused. “Folcwine would never turn down an offer to combat Mordor’s forces. Neither would Adrahil of Dol Amroth for that matter.” He motioned to a nearby Guard of the Citadel. “Go and light the signal pyre of Minas Tirith. Mobilise the guard to prepare to defend Minas Tirith.” He then turned to Melannen. “As for you, Prince of Ithilien, take two hundred soldiers and carry out your plan. Go now.”
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RE: There and Back-The Beginning of the Great Adventures
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There was a knock on the door. Fully expecting to be called down the hall to Legolas’ room, she called out “I’m coming!”
The door opened revealing the Prince himself. “Elenlin, I’m afraid that our discussion will have to wait till later. Ada has asked me to attend to a few duties tonight and tomorrow. He also asked me to inform you of his regret that he will not be able to meet with you at the scheduled time.”
Elenlin could see the irritated look in his sky blue eyes; Legolas was not pleased with his father. “Legolas, its fine. Really.”
“But Lin! This is important! We can’t just let this slide! I still can’t believe that he delayed your meeting! The whole Elven race is in danger, and he would rather be concerned with common chores! “, Argued Legolas as he paced the room.
Elenlin placed her hand on the Silvan’s shoulder, stopping his pacing. “Legolas. Breathe mellon-nin! I promise, it will be fine. It will take Haldir long enough to get back to Lorien, not to mention the twin’s trip back to Rivendell. Besides, we need more time to think things through and recover from our journey.”
Legolas sighed. “I guess you’re right. It was quite rude of me to ask so much of you after you only just arrived. Maybe I will be free tomorrow night, and we can talk then.”
“You know I don’t mind, it’s not everyday that I’m in Mirkwood! I will go tell Mallenwen if you talk to Glorfindel.”
“Hannon-le mellon-nin.” Said the Prince as he bowed and exited the elleth’s room.
Elenlin found the room that Mallenwen was occupying and rapped on the door. “Mallenwen? It’s Elenlin… I have some news about our meeting with Legolas.”
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Mallenwen stood at the balcony of her room, which overlooked some of the palace gardens. It was so tranquil and peaceful that she felt herself drifting off out of the real world and into the peace of the silence. She could hear no sound around, save for the occasional rustling of leaves or whistle of the might wind which now blew ever so softly through the Mirkwood Palace. She looked at the locket which she now held in her hand and sighed slightly, thinking of the past.
The elleth gently followed the engraved and encrusted elvish design on the necklace with her finger and looked down at it wonderingly. She wondered why her father had, proposed to her mother before, then left when she said she was carrying his child. Mallenwen's mother had informed her before, though she was only a small child, she'd remembered some of it better than she remembered her mother's face. Perhaps she'd gotten it wrong, perhaps her father had not abandoned her and her mother... perhaps he was out there right now, and she did not know and he was not aware that he had fathered a child? Millions of thoughts rushed through her head and she leaned against the balcony as she mulled them over in the silent area.
Suddenly a knock at her door drew her from her thoughts and back into the real world. She sighed slightly and went back into the room, her bare feet padding across the floor lightly. When she heard Elenlin's voice she opened the door to find the brunette elleth standing there, "Ah Elenlin mellon nin... come in..." She said, and then shut the door behind her. "What's wrong?" She asked.
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“Im afraid that we won’t be able to meet with Legolas or his father until tomorrow evening. Well, we might be able to talk with Legolas after dinner.” Elenlin sighed as she seated herself in the plush chair that Mallenwen had offered to her.
Elenlin almost laughed at the look of disbelief that appeared on Mallenwen’s face. “I know mellon-nin, but some things can’t be helped. If we tried to persuade Thranduil to hear us immediately, then he may not listen to anything we have to say. Besides, we get the rest of the evening to do what we wish! There is a whole palace to explore, not to mention the gardens, so…. what do you wish to do?”
Mallenwen smiled slightly, "Well that is one good thing that has come out of it. And besides, perhaps we need to wait for Melannen, Elladan, Elrohir and Haldir to return before we can fully explain the situation to the Prince..." She suggested with a slight sigh, "Exploring sounds wonderful. I have never had the chance to explore Mirkwood, my first time here in fact, and it is so tranquil, Elenlin. Would you care for a walk?" She asked, with a small smile at her travelling companion.
Elenlin grinned. “I’d love to! I generally know my way around, but if we get lost we can always ask for directions. I fear the guards find me hard to forget!” She laughed and began making her way out of the room.
"Good... that makes at least one of us!" Mallenwen grinned happily and stood up, following her out of the room, "Really? They find you hard to forget? Why is that?" She asked, curious as she shut the door behind her as they both left the room.
Elenlin giggled, trying not to blush. “Lets just say that I tend to get into… um… interesting situations quite often. Even if accidents like tripping and knocking over certain vases or sliding on certain rugs causing certain guards to fall, didn’t happen, there would still be all the trouble I get Legolas into.” The half Noldor grinned at the look she received from the Lorien elleth. “Nothing big, just a few harmless pranks, and finding ways to slip out of the palace.”
Mallenwen shook her head, but had a broad grin on her face. She had no doubt that the half Noldor and the Prince were friends... they certainly seemed it. And they appeared to know each other well. The Lorien elf sighed slightly, there was no one around that she really knew. She'd learnt to close herself off from all travelling companions over the years and had become somewhat a loner. It was strange to be travelling with people such as Elenlin, because she felt like she had a true friend. She sighed, the only other 'friend' she really had was Haldir... and he was not around. She frowned sadly at the thought but brightened up anyway as they walked down the hallways.
Elenlin lead them down a long hallway hoping to end up in the kitchen, knowing that it gave better bearings and easy access to most places in the palace. The burnet elleth almost ran smack into a familiar guard as they turned a sharp corner. “Oh! Hello Ran! Good to see you again! Sorry about that, you know me; I have to run into something!”
The guard laughed. “Yes Lin, I’m afraid I know that too well! It is good to see you again as well! Will you be sneaking Legolas off somewhere again? It would be nice to have a fair warning this time!”
“Sorry Ran, not this time. Our business is here in the palace, and then I’m afraid we must leave. Ran, I would like you to meet Mallenwen, my travelling companion. Mallenwen, this is Erurainion, Ran for short. He is one of the head guards here, and one of Legolas’ closest friends. We have had quite a few “run-ins” with each other.”
Mallenwen grinned at the other elleth and then turned to Ran, "Pleasure to meet you. As Elenlin said, I am Mallenwen of Lothlorien." She introduced with a nod of her head, in the elvish manner of greeting.
“The pleasure is all mine, Mallenwen of Lorien.” Ran replied as he bowed. “So where are you two going?”
“Actually we have no idea.” Elenlin said calmly. “I guess I was headed to the kitchen, and then… ah, maybe the gardens, or the weapons closet, or something.”
Ran laughed. “That is just like you Lin! I pity you Mallenwen, having to be dragged around by such a loony elleth! Well, I have to recommend the gardens, the sky is quite clear tonight. But the weapons closet is off the main hallway to the left if you wish to see it too. Tell the guard you have my permission to see any sword or bow you wish.”
Mallenwen smiled, "Thank you for your kindness..." She said, bowing her head slightly, "We shall visit the gardens upon your recommendation." She said with a smile and then looked to Elenlin, "Well... we had best be off! Lots to see!" She said with a laugh and then she bowed her head to Ran, "Good day." She said and then the two elleths walked on down the corridor, "So to the kitchens?" The Lorien elf asked, turning to face Elenlin.
“Thank you, Ran. See you later!” She smiled at the slightly older ellon. “Yes, we do have quite a bit to see while the night is still young!” ,she grinned at Mallenwen,” The kitchens! …I thought we could get a little snack while we were there.” Elenlin winked and then opened the large doors at the end of the hallway.
There was a large cabinet on the other side of the kitchen, and Elenlin began to glance through it. “Would you care for anything in particular? I think I’m in the mood for something sweet.”
Mallenwen smiled at the brunette elleth, "I could use something sweet..." She admitted with a smile. "So you know all these people here! Do you come here often?" She asked as Elenlin glanced through the cupboard.
“Not everyone, but many. I try to stop by when I am in the area… it isn’t too much, but I have been coming since I was considerably young.” Elenlin said with a smile as she brought a plate of sugar cookies for each of them. After pouring them each something to drink, she sat down and began to eat the light cookies. “Legolas and I have been visiting each other since we met in Imladris when I was about 800 or so. My, it’s been around 700 years since our first mishap.” Elenlin grinned at the memory. “I’ve heard that you are also on the move a lot… where are your favourite places to visit?”
Mallenwen smiled, “Yes you could say that…” She said when Elenlin mentioned being on the move a lot and she sighed softly and picked up one of the cookies, biting it thoughtfully, “That is a tricky question…hmmm…” She said with a smile, “I think I would have to say Rivendell is by far one of the most beautiful places but also Minas Tirith has a beauty, but in a different way.” She said, a faraway look in her eyes as she thought of her many travels, “And obviously Ithilien is beautiful, especially on a morning as the sun is just rising! Oh and Fangorn Forest!” She said, a bright look in her elven eyes, “It’s amazing…” She said, breathlessly and then she laughed, “Sorry! I tend to drift off when I’m talking about places of such beauty. Lothlorien will always be my favourite place though… it’s where I was raised, so naturally I love the Golden Woods. Also my adoptive mother and father live there and you know, I like to hunt and practice archery with Haldir and his brothers.” She said with a nod as she finished eating the cookie she’d picked up.
Elenlin found herself staring off dreamily too. “Yes, every time you visit one of those magnificent places, it’s like seeing them for the first time all over again.” Trying to shake her ‘daydream’ and hide her grin at the same time, she asked Mallenwen, “So, you and Haldir spend a lot of time with each other?”
Mallenwen paused before answering, thinking of the elf in question, "Well... yes." She smiled, "At least when I am in Lorien. We like to spend time hunting or practicing combat or archery or sometimes we just like to talk. You know?" She asked with a slight sigh and then she smiled lightly to herself. "I tend to spend more of my time with Haldir than his brothers, though." She admitted.
Elenlin smiled. “It is very nice that you have someone to train with like that. I would love to see the two of you go at it in a sparring match!” giggled the brunette elleth. “Haldir’s brothers are much quieter, and Haldir does seem to be around Caras Galadhon a lot more that Rúmil or Orophin. It’s easy to see why the two of you spend so much time together.” At this, Elenlin really had to try hard not to give her a ‘I know what’s really happening look’. The half Noldor decided it was best to switch subjects. “As far as sparring partners go, I’ve always had Elladan and Elrohir around, and they have taught me much. But Legolas perfected my archery; it was quite funny, cause I thought that I knew everything about archery since I had the twins and Haldir show me. Legolas showed me that because I practiced two different styles, that I had gotten my self very confused!”
Mallenwen smiled, "Yes... it is nice to have someone to practice archery and combat with and though he appears stubborn and arrogant at times- he is a very friendly person once you know him." She said with a sigh, "I bet that you had got yourself confused!" She said with a broad smile, "Well if Legolas perfected your archery then you will be one of the best!" She said with a smile, "Legolas is one of the best archers in Middle Earth!! Or... so I have heard." She added with a smile.
Elenlin’s hazel eyes sparkled with laughter. “Oh, don’t go telling him that! There’s no need to go making him arrogant!” She teased as she took their empty plates to the sink. “I wouldn’t go around calling my self the best archer, I still have a lot to learn. I think we all do. Come, it’s about time we headed for the gardens.”
Mallenwen smiled, "Words of others, mellon nin, not mine." She said, laughing and she stood up and helped Elenlin clean away, "I agree..." She said and then followed the other elf out of the room and to the gardens.
The night air was cool but not cold, and filled with the sweet fragrance of birches, pines, and beeches. A soft wind rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees and the moon cast a soft glow on the many colored flowers that filled the carefully planned gardens. The stars shone brilliantly against the cloudless, black blanket of sky.
"It is beautiful..." The Lorien elleth commented, looking around wonderously. She smelt sweet fragrances in the air and heard a soft, whispering wind rustling all around them.
“Mmmmhhhmm” mumbled Elenlin as she breathed in deeply. Between the very soft glow that the two emitted and the light of the full moon, they easily found a subtle path beneath the trees. They walked in silence, soaking up the beauty of the gardens until they came to a rare clearing off the path.
Elenlin threw herself down on the soft grass. Her eyes immediately went to Gannel, the great harp constellation, and instantly she felt a peace sweep over her.
“Do you know any legends about the stars?” she asked softly as she glanced over at Mallenwen.
"Regretably no..." She admitted, slightly embarassed, "They are beautiful though..." She said as she sat down softly on the grass and lay down, looking up at the constellations.
“I’ve heard many stories, mostly from my father’s chief astronomer. But even if I didn’t know all the stories, every time I see them life doesn’t seem so complicated anymore.” The brunette elleth wasn’t sure why she was saying this, it just happened.
"I know what you mean..." Mallenwen said quietly, "Every time I look up to the stars... they remind me of the beauty of the heavens and of Varda Elentari, whom created the stars, and my worries just seem to vanish." She smiled, looking up at the brightest, most noticeable star in the sky.
Elenlin noticed that her new friend was gazing at a particular star, and decided to share one of her favorite legends. “That is Taltthoron. He is the crowning jewel of Gannel, and my favorite star in the summer sky. There is an old tale of how Varda, in her wisdom and joy, placed that constellation in the sky when Manwe’s winds blew her the sound of Finrod Felagund’s song to the first house of the Edain. She created new stars to celebrate the friendship of the Firstborn and the Followers, and honored Finrod by grouping them in the shape of his harp. Elebreth also caused Taltthoron to become the brightest summer star, for she knew how Morgoth feared our races becoming friends.”
*note: Taltthoron is “Falling Eagle”, Vega’s Arabic name. Gannel is “Harp”, Lyra’s Greek name.*
Mallenwen nodded, aware of the legend which he friend was telling. She'd heard it a few times from Galadriel, but hadn't often stopped to take it all in. Now she understood it clearer, "The stars are so bright and clear tonight." She remarked quietly, looking over the night sky, "Ran was right, this is a beautiful place, especially on a peaceful night such as tonight." She said.
“Yes, it certainly is.” Replied the brunette elleth with a sigh. “But, it is getting late, and we do need to get some sleep after our journey.” With that, Elenlin rose to her feet and together the two elleths walked back through the gardens to their rooms.
When they arrived at Mallenwen's room she smiled, "Good night mellon nin." She bade Elenling, before opening the door and slipping inside the room. She turned to her bed and quickly changed into a lighter night gown, before slipping under the warm covers, staring at the ceiling.
Eventually, as she lay wrapped up in the peaceful, unmoving silence, she felt her eyelids drop and she fell into a a restful sleep.
((I had sooo much fun writing this with you APO!! :hug: ))
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sry it was so long... i had an idea and i just went with it!!))
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