The Jewel of Mirkwood
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
145
Views:
9,671
Reviews:
361
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Last Goodbyes To Imladris
Chapter 127
Legolas awoke with a start, a terrible nightmare had plagued his dreams making it impossible for him to find rest. Clearing his sight Legolas glanced purposefully around Elrohir’s chambers only to find them empty except for himself. Elrohir had promised he would be here when Legolas awoke and the prince found it strange that the half elf would break such a promise. Sitting awkwardly up in bed Legolas pushed aside the sheer curtaining and glanced out of the window. It was light outside the sun high in the sky, and Legolas found himself surprised at how long he had been asleep. Elrond’s potion had certainly done its job making Legolas feel certainly more refreshed. A growl from Legolas empty stomach threw the prince into action. With no aid from Elrohir Legolas crawled out of bed easing himself to his feet with the corner post of the bed frame. Pausing to find his center of gravity again Legolas then pulled on one of Glorfindel’s light summer robes. The breeze from the window was warmer than usual and it looked to be quite a nice day outside. It would most probably be one of the last warm days of Autumn and if time would allow it Legolas would take a stroll in the gardens by himself.
Waddling out of Elrohir’s bedchamber Legolas went in search of something to eat, however once outside in the hallway Legolas found an eerie silence. Gone was the hustle and bustle of the servants, the hallways deserted, as were the rooms Legolas began to pass by. A strange feeling of abandonment swept over Legolas as the prince came to the healing house to find it completely empty. The many injured who he had tended to only the day before had completely vanished with no trace. In the silence of healing wing Legolas closed his eyes and listened intently. He had not noticed it until now but the birds outside had stopped singing even the breeze through the valley was quiet. Not prone to panicking Legolas began to get anxious as he moved quicker through the house, checking each room he came to. Imladris it seemed had been deserted.
Now frantic that he had been left alone by some strange evil force Legolas began calling loudly to anyone who might hear him. The prince hardly realized he was running until he crashed through the great hall doors and into the hall of fire. Breathless and gasping in fear Legolas barely saw the guard before he ran straight into him. Taken off balance the guard physically dropped his weapons in order to catch the frantic young prince who had ended up in his arms.
“Shhh Prince Greenleaf are you well?” Legolas could hardly believe his eyes as he stared up at the burly guard who had caught him. Stunned Legolas glanced around him and found with amazement that the hall was completely full of elves. Most of the elves were female or elflings, and those not were injured males from the healing house.
“Where has everyone gone?” Legolas looked pointedly up at the guard as the elf slowly released Legolas who stood swaying a little on his own feet. The guard nervously swallowed before he glanced cautiously back at where Lindar was sitting feeding Tazelion with a bottle. Glad to see a familiar face Legolas strode determinedly over to the silver haired elf who was merely rocking back and forth cradling Legolas’ baby niece. “Lindar? Tell me where everyone is? Why have you all abandoned your rooms?” Legolas watched as Lindar silently stroked a hand down Tazelion’s forehead before handing the now snoozing child to the wet nurse sitting on the floor beside him. Purple eyes focused sadly up at Legolas who shifted nervously upon his feet.
“We are at war Prince Legolas. A party 1000 strong left at first light for the eastern plains. We are what is left of Imladris.” Legolas felt suddenly light headed and breathless and began swaying dangerously on his feet. Sensing the prince’s distress Lindar immediately stood up and offered the rocking chair to Legolas who flopped ungraciously down into it in shock. Knowing there was little he could do to soften the blow Lindar removed the roll of parchment from within his robe and handed it easily to the prince. “We are to defend the last homely house should the unthinkable happen but you Legolas have instructions to ride out alone away from here.” With shaking hands Legolas broke Elrond’s seal upon the parchment and unrolled it so that he could read the hastily scrawled map and message, which accompanied it. “Mithrandir rides North East towards the Dwarves in the mountains you must catch up with him before………” Lindar trailed off as he rested a soft hand upon Legolas’ bulging stomach feeling the soft kick of the child within.
“But I…………” Legolas went to protest after reading the note from Elrond, which spoke of exactly the same thing Lindar had said but the silver haired elf silenced him with a soft finger pressed lightly to his lips.
“Legolas please you must do this. Mithrandir is the only one able to help you with your birth. Elrond, Elrohir and Filgree are all marching to war as we speak and none of us here have the knowledge you require. If we are victorious Glorfindel will come for you if not Mithrandir and the dwarves will take care of you in the mountains. Please there is little time and you must set out immediately.” Legolas hardly had time to breath as Lindar helped him from the rocking chair and gestured to two of the women who were tending to some of the injured warriors. “Armour has been made especially for you Legolas, as is this tunic, leggings and cloak. The cook has stocked your saddlebags with essentials and the stable boy has Iest waiting for you in the courtyard. Now go with these ladies and they will help you dress.” Passing Legolas hand into the care of the two older women Lindar watched as the prince was led away into a separate room to ready himself still in shock and speechless.
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Legolas stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror as the ladies strapped the last of his weaponry to his body. With care they had washed and dressed him like they would do their own sons. Each item of clothing and armour had been especially made for him at some stage. Everything from the belt around his waist, which supported his girth to the leather boots on his feet, had all been lovingly crafted to aid his comfort and protection. It had been so long since Legolas had been dressed in full warrior garb and he hardly recognised himself in the mirror. The image reflected back at him reminded him so much of Glorfindel, the proud warrior he loved and who’s child he carried. Feeling sadness creep into his body Legolas instinctively hugged his hands about his stomach fighting back the tears as the ladies stepped out of the room leaving Lindar to enter alone.
“I will not see you again will I?” Sensing Lindar hovering behind him Legolas looked desolately at the silver haired elf’s reflection in the mirror, the tears glistening in his eyes. Sadly Lindar shook his head knowing in his heart that what little hope remained was not enough to make promises of the future.
”I do not know if we will see each other again Legolas and while I hope that we shall one day meet I know in my heart there is little chance of it. If we win this war it will be only by the miracle of the valar and even then there will be some of us who do not return.” Legolas nodded solemnly tears now rolling silently down his cheeks. Silently Lindar turned Legolas around to face him and softly opened the prince’s palm where he placed with care a small gold ring. Legolas stared at it through tear ladened eyes, the intricately woven band nestling a single green stone in its center. It was a beautiful ring made by the most skilled elvan jewellers and Legolas looked cautiously up at Lindar in questioning. By means of explanation Lindar gently took the ring again and slipped it easily onto Legolas fourth finger. Legolas watched in amazement as the ring fit snugly around his long slender finger as it if had been made for him. “Lord Glorfindel was going to give you this when you finally gave birth to celebrate the first breath of your child but not knowing what was to come he gave it to me to gift upon you should he not return. Considering the circumstances I believe that you must have it now if not in celebration but for luck instead.” Legolas marvelled at the ring on his hand tears rolling down his cheeks as he thought of his beloved Glorfindel. With a gentle hand Lindar soothed away Legolas tears from his cheek before guiding the prince slowly out of the hall and down into the courtyard where Iest was waiting full ladened with everything Legolas would possible need for his journey.
At seeing her master the horse snorted in delight and Legolas eagerly embraced the neck of the chestnut coloured mare. Wiping away the last of his tears Legolas welcomed the help from the stable boy to get up uIestIest’s back and settle into place. This would not be the first time that his faithful horse had taken him from danger and Legolas supposed it would not be the last. Wrapping his cloak about his body Legolas settled the small cushion beneath his stomach in support before taking the reigns of Iest and turning about the courtyard. Lindar smiled as Legolas finally settled for his journey and came to a stand still in front of the silver haired elf.
“Farewell Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. May the valar guide and protect you on the road less travelled.” Pressing his hand to his chest Lindar bowed respectfully to Legolas who in turn inclined his hear in acknowledgement as he took one last look at the valley and house he had called home for the last year.
“Good bye Lindar of Rivendell may the valar also protect you.” Lindar smiled knowingly and then watched as Legolas turned and headed at a slow pace from the courtyard, the prince’s blond hair flowing behind him in the breeze, as he did not stop to look back. Once the prince was out of sight Lindar tilted his head towards the heavens and closed his eyes in silent prayer before reverently turning and moving back inside the last homely house to await his own fate…..
TBC>.................................
(A/N) Sorry this is only one chapter update, It's slack and I have no excuses to offer accept I'm lazy....but I will endeavour to get more written after I've done my dreaded christmas shopping on Thursday.
For those that have asked both public and private my name is Laura although most close friends refer to me as Harry cause my middle name is Harriet and you can't shorten Laura so hence Harry.
Also my apologise for making Legolas suck his own cock in chapter 124 or 3 I think it was, as you've guessed it was supposed to be Glorfindel's cock, and while I have every confidence that Elves are pretty flexible I doubt very much they are that flexible and I appologise........will fix it in the re write.
Okay only about ten chapters to go if not less and I would dearly love to hear from anyone who started, or even just glanced at this story to tell me what they think of it. I know it's long and not for the faint hearted and it's length has put many off reading it, or staying with me but if you've read only one chapter please tell me what you thought. I've got some other projects on the go and I'm eagerly awaiting feedback so I can make my other tales just as enjoyable to read as this has been.
Thanks,
RIFFRAFF
Legolas awoke with a start, a terrible nightmare had plagued his dreams making it impossible for him to find rest. Clearing his sight Legolas glanced purposefully around Elrohir’s chambers only to find them empty except for himself. Elrohir had promised he would be here when Legolas awoke and the prince found it strange that the half elf would break such a promise. Sitting awkwardly up in bed Legolas pushed aside the sheer curtaining and glanced out of the window. It was light outside the sun high in the sky, and Legolas found himself surprised at how long he had been asleep. Elrond’s potion had certainly done its job making Legolas feel certainly more refreshed. A growl from Legolas empty stomach threw the prince into action. With no aid from Elrohir Legolas crawled out of bed easing himself to his feet with the corner post of the bed frame. Pausing to find his center of gravity again Legolas then pulled on one of Glorfindel’s light summer robes. The breeze from the window was warmer than usual and it looked to be quite a nice day outside. It would most probably be one of the last warm days of Autumn and if time would allow it Legolas would take a stroll in the gardens by himself.
Waddling out of Elrohir’s bedchamber Legolas went in search of something to eat, however once outside in the hallway Legolas found an eerie silence. Gone was the hustle and bustle of the servants, the hallways deserted, as were the rooms Legolas began to pass by. A strange feeling of abandonment swept over Legolas as the prince came to the healing house to find it completely empty. The many injured who he had tended to only the day before had completely vanished with no trace. In the silence of healing wing Legolas closed his eyes and listened intently. He had not noticed it until now but the birds outside had stopped singing even the breeze through the valley was quiet. Not prone to panicking Legolas began to get anxious as he moved quicker through the house, checking each room he came to. Imladris it seemed had been deserted.
Now frantic that he had been left alone by some strange evil force Legolas began calling loudly to anyone who might hear him. The prince hardly realized he was running until he crashed through the great hall doors and into the hall of fire. Breathless and gasping in fear Legolas barely saw the guard before he ran straight into him. Taken off balance the guard physically dropped his weapons in order to catch the frantic young prince who had ended up in his arms.
“Shhh Prince Greenleaf are you well?” Legolas could hardly believe his eyes as he stared up at the burly guard who had caught him. Stunned Legolas glanced around him and found with amazement that the hall was completely full of elves. Most of the elves were female or elflings, and those not were injured males from the healing house.
“Where has everyone gone?” Legolas looked pointedly up at the guard as the elf slowly released Legolas who stood swaying a little on his own feet. The guard nervously swallowed before he glanced cautiously back at where Lindar was sitting feeding Tazelion with a bottle. Glad to see a familiar face Legolas strode determinedly over to the silver haired elf who was merely rocking back and forth cradling Legolas’ baby niece. “Lindar? Tell me where everyone is? Why have you all abandoned your rooms?” Legolas watched as Lindar silently stroked a hand down Tazelion’s forehead before handing the now snoozing child to the wet nurse sitting on the floor beside him. Purple eyes focused sadly up at Legolas who shifted nervously upon his feet.
“We are at war Prince Legolas. A party 1000 strong left at first light for the eastern plains. We are what is left of Imladris.” Legolas felt suddenly light headed and breathless and began swaying dangerously on his feet. Sensing the prince’s distress Lindar immediately stood up and offered the rocking chair to Legolas who flopped ungraciously down into it in shock. Knowing there was little he could do to soften the blow Lindar removed the roll of parchment from within his robe and handed it easily to the prince. “We are to defend the last homely house should the unthinkable happen but you Legolas have instructions to ride out alone away from here.” With shaking hands Legolas broke Elrond’s seal upon the parchment and unrolled it so that he could read the hastily scrawled map and message, which accompanied it. “Mithrandir rides North East towards the Dwarves in the mountains you must catch up with him before………” Lindar trailed off as he rested a soft hand upon Legolas’ bulging stomach feeling the soft kick of the child within.
“But I…………” Legolas went to protest after reading the note from Elrond, which spoke of exactly the same thing Lindar had said but the silver haired elf silenced him with a soft finger pressed lightly to his lips.
“Legolas please you must do this. Mithrandir is the only one able to help you with your birth. Elrond, Elrohir and Filgree are all marching to war as we speak and none of us here have the knowledge you require. If we are victorious Glorfindel will come for you if not Mithrandir and the dwarves will take care of you in the mountains. Please there is little time and you must set out immediately.” Legolas hardly had time to breath as Lindar helped him from the rocking chair and gestured to two of the women who were tending to some of the injured warriors. “Armour has been made especially for you Legolas, as is this tunic, leggings and cloak. The cook has stocked your saddlebags with essentials and the stable boy has Iest waiting for you in the courtyard. Now go with these ladies and they will help you dress.” Passing Legolas hand into the care of the two older women Lindar watched as the prince was led away into a separate room to ready himself still in shock and speechless.
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Legolas stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror as the ladies strapped the last of his weaponry to his body. With care they had washed and dressed him like they would do their own sons. Each item of clothing and armour had been especially made for him at some stage. Everything from the belt around his waist, which supported his girth to the leather boots on his feet, had all been lovingly crafted to aid his comfort and protection. It had been so long since Legolas had been dressed in full warrior garb and he hardly recognised himself in the mirror. The image reflected back at him reminded him so much of Glorfindel, the proud warrior he loved and who’s child he carried. Feeling sadness creep into his body Legolas instinctively hugged his hands about his stomach fighting back the tears as the ladies stepped out of the room leaving Lindar to enter alone.
“I will not see you again will I?” Sensing Lindar hovering behind him Legolas looked desolately at the silver haired elf’s reflection in the mirror, the tears glistening in his eyes. Sadly Lindar shook his head knowing in his heart that what little hope remained was not enough to make promises of the future.
”I do not know if we will see each other again Legolas and while I hope that we shall one day meet I know in my heart there is little chance of it. If we win this war it will be only by the miracle of the valar and even then there will be some of us who do not return.” Legolas nodded solemnly tears now rolling silently down his cheeks. Silently Lindar turned Legolas around to face him and softly opened the prince’s palm where he placed with care a small gold ring. Legolas stared at it through tear ladened eyes, the intricately woven band nestling a single green stone in its center. It was a beautiful ring made by the most skilled elvan jewellers and Legolas looked cautiously up at Lindar in questioning. By means of explanation Lindar gently took the ring again and slipped it easily onto Legolas fourth finger. Legolas watched in amazement as the ring fit snugly around his long slender finger as it if had been made for him. “Lord Glorfindel was going to give you this when you finally gave birth to celebrate the first breath of your child but not knowing what was to come he gave it to me to gift upon you should he not return. Considering the circumstances I believe that you must have it now if not in celebration but for luck instead.” Legolas marvelled at the ring on his hand tears rolling down his cheeks as he thought of his beloved Glorfindel. With a gentle hand Lindar soothed away Legolas tears from his cheek before guiding the prince slowly out of the hall and down into the courtyard where Iest was waiting full ladened with everything Legolas would possible need for his journey.
At seeing her master the horse snorted in delight and Legolas eagerly embraced the neck of the chestnut coloured mare. Wiping away the last of his tears Legolas welcomed the help from the stable boy to get up uIestIest’s back and settle into place. This would not be the first time that his faithful horse had taken him from danger and Legolas supposed it would not be the last. Wrapping his cloak about his body Legolas settled the small cushion beneath his stomach in support before taking the reigns of Iest and turning about the courtyard. Lindar smiled as Legolas finally settled for his journey and came to a stand still in front of the silver haired elf.
“Farewell Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. May the valar guide and protect you on the road less travelled.” Pressing his hand to his chest Lindar bowed respectfully to Legolas who in turn inclined his hear in acknowledgement as he took one last look at the valley and house he had called home for the last year.
“Good bye Lindar of Rivendell may the valar also protect you.” Lindar smiled knowingly and then watched as Legolas turned and headed at a slow pace from the courtyard, the prince’s blond hair flowing behind him in the breeze, as he did not stop to look back. Once the prince was out of sight Lindar tilted his head towards the heavens and closed his eyes in silent prayer before reverently turning and moving back inside the last homely house to await his own fate…..
TBC>.................................
(A/N) Sorry this is only one chapter update, It's slack and I have no excuses to offer accept I'm lazy....but I will endeavour to get more written after I've done my dreaded christmas shopping on Thursday.
For those that have asked both public and private my name is Laura although most close friends refer to me as Harry cause my middle name is Harriet and you can't shorten Laura so hence Harry.
Also my apologise for making Legolas suck his own cock in chapter 124 or 3 I think it was, as you've guessed it was supposed to be Glorfindel's cock, and while I have every confidence that Elves are pretty flexible I doubt very much they are that flexible and I appologise........will fix it in the re write.
Okay only about ten chapters to go if not less and I would dearly love to hear from anyone who started, or even just glanced at this story to tell me what they think of it. I know it's long and not for the faint hearted and it's length has put many off reading it, or staying with me but if you've read only one chapter please tell me what you thought. I've got some other projects on the go and I'm eagerly awaiting feedback so I can make my other tales just as enjoyable to read as this has been.
Thanks,
RIFFRAFF