Winter Magic
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,476
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Winter Magic
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings and its characters were created by JRR Tolkien and brought to the screen by Peter Jackson. No offence is intended and no profit is being made by borrowing them for use in this story.
Author’s Note: The prologue and first three chapters of this story, which follows on from Season of Mists, were written last Christmas and posted, one part per day, as an 'advent calendar' (which explains their rather strange format). The rest of the story will be a WIP.
For more notes and details of the earlier stories in the series, please see the bottom of the page.
Prologue
“Perhaps, if you were to eat less, melmenya…” said Legolas, stepping past Eowyn and walking on ahead, his booted feet leaving no impression at the edge of the road.
Eowyn, tramping calf-deep through rutted slush, stuck out her tongue. Then, thinking better of it, she scooped up a handful of snow, formed it roughly into a ball, and threw it, hitting him just below his quiver.
“Agh!” Legolas turned, eyes narrowed menacingly—though the effect was somewhat ruined by the flailing of his hands as he tried to wipe the wet snow from his seat. “I will make you pay for that, woman!” he hissed.
Eowyn laughed. And, as always, her laughter made her elf smile. “Come,” he said, drying his hands on his jerkin and holding them out to her, “I will help you.”
Smiling back at him, she placed her hands in his, and, “Wait,” she said, “what was that?”
Legolas, assuming that she was trying to catch him out, grinned.
“No, Lassui, I really heard something. Listen.”
Legolas listened.
“There,” she whispered.
The elf nodded. “Behind here,” he mouthed, pointing to the hawthorn hedge, north of the road.
Hand in hand, the couple crept up to the bushes, and peered over.
“Oh, dear gods,” murmured Eowyn.
…
He was sitting in the snow, his little knees drawn up under his chin, and he was crying—or, rather, he was rocking back and forth trying bravely not to cry, and the sounds that they had heard had been his attempts to snuffle back his tears.
“Oh, Lassui, go to him!”
The elf sprang over the hedgerow and, approaching the elfling slowly, crouched down beside him. “Hello…” he said.
Eowyn, meanwhile, had drawn her sword and, with its help, was forcing her way through the hawthorn, scratching her face and hands, and ripping her leggings in her hurry.
The child stared up at Legolas with huge, round eyes, but his little face was blank, and he said nothing and so, assuming that he could not understand Westron, Legolas asked, “Man le?”
The elfling gulped. “Melannen,” he said.
Legolas glanced back at Eowyn. “He says that his name is Melannen—take care, melmenya.”
“Ask him where his parents are.” She wrenched herself free of the thorns.
“Mas i noss lín?” asked Legolas.
“Aviston.”
“He does not know.”
Eowyn re-sheathed her sword, and crouched down beside the elf. “Avo ’osto, Melannen,” she said, softly. “We will not hurt you.”
The child looked up at her and, suddenly, he smiled. And, raising a tiny hand, he gently touched one of the scratches on her face. “El mae?”
“He is asking if it hurts, melmenya.”
“Yes.” Eowyn nodded, smiling back—but the smile immediately turned into a wince. “Yes, it does, Melannen.” She took his hand in her own. “Oh, he is so cold, Lassui. And wet.” Her other hand went to the fastening of her cloak.
“No,” said Legolas, “he can have mine.” He slipped off his cloak and wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. “There is no sign of any footprints except his and ours, so he must have wandered here by himself. Mas etholich, Melannen?”
“Dôr chaeron.”
“He says that he is from ‘far away’.”
“To a child,” said Eowyn, carefully re-arranging the elfling’s cloak, “even the next house would seem far away.”
There was a little basket at the boy’s side, covered with a checked cloth. “Perhaps there is something in here that will tell us more,” said Legolas, pulling aside the cover and searching through its contents. “Some lembas; a waterskin; a half-eaten apple; a toy rabbit—”
“Niben i eneth ín,” said Melannen.
Legolas smiled. “—whose name is Niben, melmenya; and a piece of parchment.” He unfolded the note and read its message.
“It says,” he said, “‘Please take care of this child.’”
*****
Elvish
Some of the following are taken from the Council of Elrond's Useful Elvish Phrases, some from Hithanaur.net, and some have been cobbled together by me!
Man le? … 'Who are you?'
Mas i noss lín? … 'Where is your family?'
Aviston … 'I don't know.'
Avo 'osto … 'Don’t be afraid.'
El mae? … 'Do you feel well?'
Mas etholich? … 'Where are you from?'
Dôr chaeron … Far place.'
Niben i eneth ín … 'His name is Niben.' ('Small').
*****
The previous stories in this series are, in order:
My bow shall sing with your sword (NC-17). Eowyn travels to Legolas’ colony of Eryn Carantaur, in South Ithilien, to take part in the Harvest Ceremony and finds herself helping him conduct a murder investigation.
To the Sea, to the Sea, the white gulls are crying (NC-17). Legolas and Eowyn travel to Dol Amroth to take part in Prince Elfwine’s Naming Ceremony. But someone is kidnapping elves...
The time of the Orcs has come (NC-17). Legolas and Eowyn return home to find that several large bands of orcs have settled on the outskirts of Eryn Carantaur.
The lady vanishes (NC-17). Against a background of the Yuletide celebrations in Minas Tirith, Legolas and Eowyn investigate the disappearance of a young woman and uncover the villainy of a local crime lord.
Misrule in Mirkwood (NC-17). Legolas and Eowyn travel to Eryn Lasgalen hoping to persuade King Thranduil to give them his permission to marry—will Eowyn complete the tasks the Elvenking sets her?
The strange sea road (NC-17). Travelling home to Eryn Carantaur, Legolas and Eowyn are captured by Haradrin slavers. A very AU adventure, set in the world of the Arabian Nights.
The usual suspects (NC-17). Waiting in Carhilivren for a fair wind, Legolas and Eowyn encounter an old enemy. Another very AU adventure, set in the world of Casablanca.
Shadowland (NC-17). After an accident in the Forest, Eowyn returns home to find Legolas 'changed'. A LOTR-Forgotten Realms crossover.
Season of Mists (NC-17). As Eryn Carantaur prepares to celebrate the Harvest Rite, a man is found murdered. Legolas and Eowyn investigate.
...
There is also a long, rambling WIP, written for a LiveJournal challenge, which takes place between Misrule in Mirkwood and The Strange Sea Road, and can be found here:
http://www.eryn-carantaur.com/sjhtml/challenge_title.html
Author’s Note: The prologue and first three chapters of this story, which follows on from Season of Mists, were written last Christmas and posted, one part per day, as an 'advent calendar' (which explains their rather strange format). The rest of the story will be a WIP.
For more notes and details of the earlier stories in the series, please see the bottom of the page.
Prologue
“Perhaps, if you were to eat less, melmenya…” said Legolas, stepping past Eowyn and walking on ahead, his booted feet leaving no impression at the edge of the road.
Eowyn, tramping calf-deep through rutted slush, stuck out her tongue. Then, thinking better of it, she scooped up a handful of snow, formed it roughly into a ball, and threw it, hitting him just below his quiver.
“Agh!” Legolas turned, eyes narrowed menacingly—though the effect was somewhat ruined by the flailing of his hands as he tried to wipe the wet snow from his seat. “I will make you pay for that, woman!” he hissed.
Eowyn laughed. And, as always, her laughter made her elf smile. “Come,” he said, drying his hands on his jerkin and holding them out to her, “I will help you.”
Smiling back at him, she placed her hands in his, and, “Wait,” she said, “what was that?”
Legolas, assuming that she was trying to catch him out, grinned.
“No, Lassui, I really heard something. Listen.”
Legolas listened.
“There,” she whispered.
The elf nodded. “Behind here,” he mouthed, pointing to the hawthorn hedge, north of the road.
Hand in hand, the couple crept up to the bushes, and peered over.
“Oh, dear gods,” murmured Eowyn.
…
He was sitting in the snow, his little knees drawn up under his chin, and he was crying—or, rather, he was rocking back and forth trying bravely not to cry, and the sounds that they had heard had been his attempts to snuffle back his tears.
“Oh, Lassui, go to him!”
The elf sprang over the hedgerow and, approaching the elfling slowly, crouched down beside him. “Hello…” he said.
Eowyn, meanwhile, had drawn her sword and, with its help, was forcing her way through the hawthorn, scratching her face and hands, and ripping her leggings in her hurry.
The child stared up at Legolas with huge, round eyes, but his little face was blank, and he said nothing and so, assuming that he could not understand Westron, Legolas asked, “Man le?”
The elfling gulped. “Melannen,” he said.
Legolas glanced back at Eowyn. “He says that his name is Melannen—take care, melmenya.”
“Ask him where his parents are.” She wrenched herself free of the thorns.
“Mas i noss lín?” asked Legolas.
“Aviston.”
“He does not know.”
Eowyn re-sheathed her sword, and crouched down beside the elf. “Avo ’osto, Melannen,” she said, softly. “We will not hurt you.”
The child looked up at her and, suddenly, he smiled. And, raising a tiny hand, he gently touched one of the scratches on her face. “El mae?”
“He is asking if it hurts, melmenya.”
“Yes.” Eowyn nodded, smiling back—but the smile immediately turned into a wince. “Yes, it does, Melannen.” She took his hand in her own. “Oh, he is so cold, Lassui. And wet.” Her other hand went to the fastening of her cloak.
“No,” said Legolas, “he can have mine.” He slipped off his cloak and wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. “There is no sign of any footprints except his and ours, so he must have wandered here by himself. Mas etholich, Melannen?”
“Dôr chaeron.”
“He says that he is from ‘far away’.”
“To a child,” said Eowyn, carefully re-arranging the elfling’s cloak, “even the next house would seem far away.”
There was a little basket at the boy’s side, covered with a checked cloth. “Perhaps there is something in here that will tell us more,” said Legolas, pulling aside the cover and searching through its contents. “Some lembas; a waterskin; a half-eaten apple; a toy rabbit—”
“Niben i eneth ín,” said Melannen.
Legolas smiled. “—whose name is Niben, melmenya; and a piece of parchment.” He unfolded the note and read its message.
“It says,” he said, “‘Please take care of this child.’”
*****
Elvish
Some of the following are taken from the Council of Elrond's Useful Elvish Phrases, some from Hithanaur.net, and some have been cobbled together by me!
Man le? … 'Who are you?'
Mas i noss lín? … 'Where is your family?'
Aviston … 'I don't know.'
Avo 'osto … 'Don’t be afraid.'
El mae? … 'Do you feel well?'
Mas etholich? … 'Where are you from?'
Dôr chaeron … Far place.'
Niben i eneth ín … 'His name is Niben.' ('Small').
*****
The previous stories in this series are, in order:
My bow shall sing with your sword (NC-17). Eowyn travels to Legolas’ colony of Eryn Carantaur, in South Ithilien, to take part in the Harvest Ceremony and finds herself helping him conduct a murder investigation.
To the Sea, to the Sea, the white gulls are crying (NC-17). Legolas and Eowyn travel to Dol Amroth to take part in Prince Elfwine’s Naming Ceremony. But someone is kidnapping elves...
The time of the Orcs has come (NC-17). Legolas and Eowyn return home to find that several large bands of orcs have settled on the outskirts of Eryn Carantaur.
The lady vanishes (NC-17). Against a background of the Yuletide celebrations in Minas Tirith, Legolas and Eowyn investigate the disappearance of a young woman and uncover the villainy of a local crime lord.
Misrule in Mirkwood (NC-17). Legolas and Eowyn travel to Eryn Lasgalen hoping to persuade King Thranduil to give them his permission to marry—will Eowyn complete the tasks the Elvenking sets her?
The strange sea road (NC-17). Travelling home to Eryn Carantaur, Legolas and Eowyn are captured by Haradrin slavers. A very AU adventure, set in the world of the Arabian Nights.
The usual suspects (NC-17). Waiting in Carhilivren for a fair wind, Legolas and Eowyn encounter an old enemy. Another very AU adventure, set in the world of Casablanca.
Shadowland (NC-17). After an accident in the Forest, Eowyn returns home to find Legolas 'changed'. A LOTR-Forgotten Realms crossover.
Season of Mists (NC-17). As Eryn Carantaur prepares to celebrate the Harvest Rite, a man is found murdered. Legolas and Eowyn investigate.
...
There is also a long, rambling WIP, written for a LiveJournal challenge, which takes place between Misrule in Mirkwood and The Strange Sea Road, and can be found here:
http://www.eryn-carantaur.com/sjhtml/challenge_title.html