The Taking of Vanelossë - Part III
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Sounds in the Forest
Notes and Disclaimer:
Elvish sayings:
Melethen - My love
Meleth i guilen - love of my life
Melethrilen - my beloved (said to a woman)
Melethronen - my beloved (said to a man)
Namarië - Farewell
Ada – father
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I do not own any of JRR Tolkien’s characters, I just borrow them. The following characters
(and the meanings of their names) are mine are:
Vanelossë – beautiful, snow-white Séro- peace
Alasse – joy Illisse – all sweet
Anarion – child of sun Tauro – Wood, forest
Mehtar – Warrior Calime – bright
Lienilda – People loving Larin
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Thanks to GhettoElleth for her wonderful suggestions of making my story better.
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CHAPTER 2
Sounds in the Forest
Vanelossë watched Legolas ride away until she could watch no longer. Her heart broke with every inch of distance that grew between them. She knew she had to be brave for the children so, gathering her courage and schooling her features into a smile, she turned and asked them if they would like to go swimming. Séro screamed with delight as the girls reluctantly allowed Calime to lead them home to change.
King Thranduil handed Séro over to Vanelossë. Embracing her, he told her that all would be well. He had grown as close to her as Lord Elrond had once been, and he hated seeing the sadness on her normally blissful face. Though she smiled reassuringly at him, her smile did not quite reach her eyes. They were sad and fearful, and the look in them marred her radiant face.
It was over a month before Vanelossë heard news of Legolas. When Mehtar and Tauro came back alone, she feared the worst, until they explained what had happened at the council meeting that Lord Elrond had called in Imladris about the One Ring. She was proud that her husband was considered to be so honorable to be asked to go on a mission of such importance, but at the same time, she was scared. She was also angry with him for voluntarily leaving them for so long. Realizing that this new trip was going to put him in more danger, and that he would be gone longer than she had thought, she wondered if he even considered how she would feel. She tried to control her anger, realizing that had he been given the option, he would never have left. She was glad that Aragorn and Gandalf were going with him, but she would have felt better if Elrohir and Elladan had gone as well. She knew that if anyone could take on the forces of Mordor it was her husband, with Aragorn and the twins by his side. But she had to be content that Mithrandir was with them as the twins were not making the journey.
Vanelossë had just found out that once again she was with child, and she felt worse than both of her previous pregnancies combined. She knew it was due in part to the fact that she missed Legolas. Séro was still a handful and the girls seemed to grow more needy the longer he stayed away.
As the weeks grew into months, Vanelossë’s stomach swelled, making her miserable. She feared she was having twins again, and was even more frightened at the prospect of the possibility for two more boys like Séro. She loved her son immensely, but she did not think she could handle more than one of him. She could not have managed at all without Calime, who helped care for the children when Vanelossë was too sick to take care of them herself. She also kept them all busy when their mother was too tired to do so.
The king spent a good deal of time with them as well, and took Séro with him often so he would have the male influence he needed as an ellon. Séro had calmed down a little over the year because he sensed all of the sadness within their home, and he did not understand what happened to his Ada. Initially, Séro had asked every day where his father had gone; only after months did he accept his father’s absence. The fact that he stopped asking hurt Vanelossë almost as much as it had hurt her when he would ask daily.
When the time came for the baby to be born, she had to go through the birth without Legolas, which made it that much more painful for her. There had been complications with the twins and he had stayed by her side the whole time as well as with her long labor with Séro. This baby didn’t take as long to arrive and she cried when she saw another blond haired little boy. She named him Anarion because it was the name that she and Legolas had thought about for Séro. He was a quiet baby and hardly ever cried. The king was so happy to have another grandchild. She knew that he was thinking he might have lost his son so another grandson would help ease the suffering. She had feared the same thing in the darkness of the night but she would not allow herself to think that in the presence of their children.
Word had come from Lothlórien months ago that they had passed through, but they had lost Gandalf. As the elves of the city mourned the loss of the wizard, she was dying inside of sheer terror. If Mithrandir could die on this mission, Legolas could as well. The last report was a month or so ago, then they heard that Lórien and Imladris elves led by her friend Haldir, a Marchwarden of Lothlórien, had gone to Rohan to help out King Theoden. She had been told then that Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel felt that Aragorn and Legolas, and whatever remained of the fellowship, were there in Helm’s Deep with the King of Rohan. She had also heard that Arwen was leaving for the Gray Havens with her kin, except her brothers and her father. That scared her more than anything did. If Arwen had lost hope, then she was a fool to hope. But if she had no hope, she had nothing, and she would not allow her children to think he was not coming back.
One quiet day when the baby was a couple of weeks old, she and Calime had taken Séro to the lake to play by the water. It was very quiet except for the other women around them talking softly. and Séro playing. As was typical of Séro, he had run off, and she was getting up to go chase, and hopefully capture him. She saw him a few yards from her, scampering up a tree. When she started going towards him, she had this eerie feeling that something was wrong. The forest that had just been so quiet before seemed very noisy although, she could not decipher what the sounds were, or where they were coming from. She tried to get her son so they could go back to the king where his servant Lienilda was watching the baby and the girls. She had just taken two steps when she heard Calime gasp.
Turning around to see what was wrong, she felt rough hands cover her mouth and drag her into the trees, away from the side of the lake. She saw Calime had been grabbed as well. She heard screams, and the sounds of struggling from the other ellith. The men who had grabbed Calime, and the other women were all Easterlings from Mordor. She tried not to panic, and prayed that Séro would not come down from the tree, or back to the lake.
She felt a hot breath in her ears as the man who was holding her said, “You are a lovely little she- elf, are you not my beauty? I might just have to keep you for myself.”
She started struggling as she heard the sounds of the forest getting much louder, and could hear the sounds of a battle raging in or near the city. She was worried about getting to Séro before he was hurt or someone else found him. As she watched him, he seemed to be transfixed by something, and was sitting on a low branch of the tree. She was scared he would fall or someone would see him. Her motherly instincts were causing her to fight off the man with more strength than she knew she even had. The Easterling grabbed her hair and gave it a vicious twist pulling her head back.
“If you struggle, you will get hurt,” he said menacingly. She could feel him groping her breasts with one hand and felt sick. He threw her down on the ground but before she could get away, he was on top of her pinning her to the ground.
One of the other men yelled at him that they did not have time for that now, as Vanelossë tried to fight him off. The guy on top of her yelled back with an evil laugh.
“Let the orcs kill the elves. That will give us plenty of time to have fun with their women.”
Holding her down with his weight and one hand, he started ripping off her undergarments as his hand stroked her thighs. She tried to get away, and when she could not, she refused to open her legs. He reached up and backhanded her, and for a second she was dizzy. In that second of dizziness, he forced her legs open and shoved one of his fingers up inside her. She cried out in shock and pain.
He laughed and said, “Scream for me. I love it when they scream.”
He slammed his finger into her with a viciousness she never knew existed. She had never been struck before, or touched in a violent manner so her mind was reeling from shock and sheer terror while the mother in her was still screaming to get to her child.
Suddenly, there was a commotion near the lake area where Séro was. Jumping to his feet, the man jerked her up with him holding her in front of him. There were eight Mirkwood archers looking for them.
When Mehtar saw her, he brought his bow up and said “Let her go or you will all die.”
Pretty soon all of the archers were focused on the Easterlings that were holding the women.
Seeing her chance, she screamed out to Mehtar in Elvish to get Séro and get him out of there. Seeing Séro in the tree, he told one of the men to take him to the king right away. Next thing she knew, the man holding her had a knife to her throat.
Another Easterling had run up and was telling them that most of the orcs had been killed. Even though they had penetrated the city, they were not able to get near the king at all. The king had apparently barricaded himself within his hall with three children. His guards had fought them off and no one could even get near them. They had a great number of Easterlings on this side of the city, but there were only seven Elven archers left with them and the women. Knowing that even though they were two to three times more skilled than the Easterlings, they were still outnumbered, and the elves, unlike the Easterlings, would not do anything to endanger the women.
Mehtar stepped forward and said, “Now is your chance to leave or die. If you hurt any of those women, we will kill you before you get away.”
The man holding her dug the knife a little deeper just to get a drop of blood to flow.
“Why would a warrior elf care so much about a child playing in a tree? It seems strange to me that the King’s guards are protecting three small children with their lives, and you have just risked danger to save another child from the tree. That says to me that those children are important, and would be worth a lot to your King if they were taken. And you are their mother, right?” he asked, pulling her head back.
When she did not answer, he screamed at the man holding Calime to cut her throat.
Vanelossë screamed “No!” and he told the other man to wait.
“Are you going to tell me who you are, or do I start killing them one by one?”
“I am the boy’s mother,” she whispered.
Twisting her arm behind her back, he said “And why is the king protecting you and your children so fiercely?” When she did not answer, he whispered. “One word from me and she is dead.”
As tears sprung to her eyes, she said, “I am his son’s wife.”
Laughing evilly, he said to Mehtar “It appears that we have something of value here. Are you her prince?” Twisting her arm a little tighter, he said to her “Is that your husband, the prince?” She shook her head. “Then where is your husband?”
“I do not know,” she whispered.
“Kill the woman!” he yelled.
“No, please! I really do not know. He has been gone for months to aid in a mission. I do not know where he is right now.”
“You are telling me that the Prince of Mirkwood is such a fool, he would leave a woman like you alone for months. I bet you miss having a man in your bed,” he whispered in her ear as her skin crawled feeling his hot breath. “Only an elf would be such a fool.”
Mehtar and the other men were ready to strike, but Vanelossë knew they were too outnumbered to live through it, and half, if not all, of the women would get killed as well.
Swallowing hard, she asked the man, “What do you want?”
“You let us leave with four of these women and the prince’s wife, and the rest of the women go free. You do not agree then I cut her throat right now, and we will fight you to the death,” he said to Mehtar.
“Never.”
“Think about it elf. You know you cannot save her in time and kill me. If I die, so does she. How would your prince feel if her blood were on your hands?”
“Mehtar, do not do anything foolish. Let him take me, and let the other women go,” she said.
“Mehtar, you do not have any options,” the man said with a laugh. “You can lose five women as hostages or twenty as dead bodies.”
Knowing Mehtar would not be able to make the decision without guilt, she said, “Let the other women go. I will go without a struggle.”
“I guess the woman has made the decision for you.” As the men started backing away to their horses, he yelled to one of his men, “Pick three others and grab her friend.”
“No!” Vanelossë yelled.
“But she is the best way to manipulate you, my lady. I am not a fool. And Mehtar, do not bother following us or they will all die.” His men had let the other women go and they ran to the elves. Vanelossë felt guilty that they were taking Calime just because she was her friend.
Mehtar was looking at the man holding her as if he wanted to rip him to shreds. He looked at her and told her in Elvish that they would find them. She nodded and told him to make sure her children were taken care of, and not to tell them what had happened to her.
The man twisted her arm even harder and said to Mehtar, “If you two are done with your sweet farewells, I will be taking her with me now.”
“You better hope death finds you before her husband does,” Mehtar answered.
The man dragged her into the woods, staring down Mehtar until he was out of sight. His men had already mounted, and were starting to ride out of the forest.
He shouted to the men, “Ride quickly! Get out of here before they regroup. Two of you ride ahead and tell the others we are on our way. If you see any of their men, kill them.”
Elvish sayings:
Melethen - My love
Meleth i guilen - love of my life
Melethrilen - my beloved (said to a woman)
Melethronen - my beloved (said to a man)
Namarië - Farewell
Ada – father
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I do not own any of JRR Tolkien’s characters, I just borrow them. The following characters
(and the meanings of their names) are mine are:
Vanelossë – beautiful, snow-white Séro- peace
Alasse – joy Illisse – all sweet
Anarion – child of sun Tauro – Wood, forest
Mehtar – Warrior Calime – bright
Lienilda – People loving Larin
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Thanks to GhettoElleth for her wonderful suggestions of making my story better.
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CHAPTER 2
Sounds in the Forest
Vanelossë watched Legolas ride away until she could watch no longer. Her heart broke with every inch of distance that grew between them. She knew she had to be brave for the children so, gathering her courage and schooling her features into a smile, she turned and asked them if they would like to go swimming. Séro screamed with delight as the girls reluctantly allowed Calime to lead them home to change.
King Thranduil handed Séro over to Vanelossë. Embracing her, he told her that all would be well. He had grown as close to her as Lord Elrond had once been, and he hated seeing the sadness on her normally blissful face. Though she smiled reassuringly at him, her smile did not quite reach her eyes. They were sad and fearful, and the look in them marred her radiant face.
It was over a month before Vanelossë heard news of Legolas. When Mehtar and Tauro came back alone, she feared the worst, until they explained what had happened at the council meeting that Lord Elrond had called in Imladris about the One Ring. She was proud that her husband was considered to be so honorable to be asked to go on a mission of such importance, but at the same time, she was scared. She was also angry with him for voluntarily leaving them for so long. Realizing that this new trip was going to put him in more danger, and that he would be gone longer than she had thought, she wondered if he even considered how she would feel. She tried to control her anger, realizing that had he been given the option, he would never have left. She was glad that Aragorn and Gandalf were going with him, but she would have felt better if Elrohir and Elladan had gone as well. She knew that if anyone could take on the forces of Mordor it was her husband, with Aragorn and the twins by his side. But she had to be content that Mithrandir was with them as the twins were not making the journey.
Vanelossë had just found out that once again she was with child, and she felt worse than both of her previous pregnancies combined. She knew it was due in part to the fact that she missed Legolas. Séro was still a handful and the girls seemed to grow more needy the longer he stayed away.
As the weeks grew into months, Vanelossë’s stomach swelled, making her miserable. She feared she was having twins again, and was even more frightened at the prospect of the possibility for two more boys like Séro. She loved her son immensely, but she did not think she could handle more than one of him. She could not have managed at all without Calime, who helped care for the children when Vanelossë was too sick to take care of them herself. She also kept them all busy when their mother was too tired to do so.
The king spent a good deal of time with them as well, and took Séro with him often so he would have the male influence he needed as an ellon. Séro had calmed down a little over the year because he sensed all of the sadness within their home, and he did not understand what happened to his Ada. Initially, Séro had asked every day where his father had gone; only after months did he accept his father’s absence. The fact that he stopped asking hurt Vanelossë almost as much as it had hurt her when he would ask daily.
When the time came for the baby to be born, she had to go through the birth without Legolas, which made it that much more painful for her. There had been complications with the twins and he had stayed by her side the whole time as well as with her long labor with Séro. This baby didn’t take as long to arrive and she cried when she saw another blond haired little boy. She named him Anarion because it was the name that she and Legolas had thought about for Séro. He was a quiet baby and hardly ever cried. The king was so happy to have another grandchild. She knew that he was thinking he might have lost his son so another grandson would help ease the suffering. She had feared the same thing in the darkness of the night but she would not allow herself to think that in the presence of their children.
Word had come from Lothlórien months ago that they had passed through, but they had lost Gandalf. As the elves of the city mourned the loss of the wizard, she was dying inside of sheer terror. If Mithrandir could die on this mission, Legolas could as well. The last report was a month or so ago, then they heard that Lórien and Imladris elves led by her friend Haldir, a Marchwarden of Lothlórien, had gone to Rohan to help out King Theoden. She had been told then that Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel felt that Aragorn and Legolas, and whatever remained of the fellowship, were there in Helm’s Deep with the King of Rohan. She had also heard that Arwen was leaving for the Gray Havens with her kin, except her brothers and her father. That scared her more than anything did. If Arwen had lost hope, then she was a fool to hope. But if she had no hope, she had nothing, and she would not allow her children to think he was not coming back.
One quiet day when the baby was a couple of weeks old, she and Calime had taken Séro to the lake to play by the water. It was very quiet except for the other women around them talking softly. and Séro playing. As was typical of Séro, he had run off, and she was getting up to go chase, and hopefully capture him. She saw him a few yards from her, scampering up a tree. When she started going towards him, she had this eerie feeling that something was wrong. The forest that had just been so quiet before seemed very noisy although, she could not decipher what the sounds were, or where they were coming from. She tried to get her son so they could go back to the king where his servant Lienilda was watching the baby and the girls. She had just taken two steps when she heard Calime gasp.
Turning around to see what was wrong, she felt rough hands cover her mouth and drag her into the trees, away from the side of the lake. She saw Calime had been grabbed as well. She heard screams, and the sounds of struggling from the other ellith. The men who had grabbed Calime, and the other women were all Easterlings from Mordor. She tried not to panic, and prayed that Séro would not come down from the tree, or back to the lake.
She felt a hot breath in her ears as the man who was holding her said, “You are a lovely little she- elf, are you not my beauty? I might just have to keep you for myself.”
She started struggling as she heard the sounds of the forest getting much louder, and could hear the sounds of a battle raging in or near the city. She was worried about getting to Séro before he was hurt or someone else found him. As she watched him, he seemed to be transfixed by something, and was sitting on a low branch of the tree. She was scared he would fall or someone would see him. Her motherly instincts were causing her to fight off the man with more strength than she knew she even had. The Easterling grabbed her hair and gave it a vicious twist pulling her head back.
“If you struggle, you will get hurt,” he said menacingly. She could feel him groping her breasts with one hand and felt sick. He threw her down on the ground but before she could get away, he was on top of her pinning her to the ground.
One of the other men yelled at him that they did not have time for that now, as Vanelossë tried to fight him off. The guy on top of her yelled back with an evil laugh.
“Let the orcs kill the elves. That will give us plenty of time to have fun with their women.”
Holding her down with his weight and one hand, he started ripping off her undergarments as his hand stroked her thighs. She tried to get away, and when she could not, she refused to open her legs. He reached up and backhanded her, and for a second she was dizzy. In that second of dizziness, he forced her legs open and shoved one of his fingers up inside her. She cried out in shock and pain.
He laughed and said, “Scream for me. I love it when they scream.”
He slammed his finger into her with a viciousness she never knew existed. She had never been struck before, or touched in a violent manner so her mind was reeling from shock and sheer terror while the mother in her was still screaming to get to her child.
Suddenly, there was a commotion near the lake area where Séro was. Jumping to his feet, the man jerked her up with him holding her in front of him. There were eight Mirkwood archers looking for them.
When Mehtar saw her, he brought his bow up and said “Let her go or you will all die.”
Pretty soon all of the archers were focused on the Easterlings that were holding the women.
Seeing her chance, she screamed out to Mehtar in Elvish to get Séro and get him out of there. Seeing Séro in the tree, he told one of the men to take him to the king right away. Next thing she knew, the man holding her had a knife to her throat.
Another Easterling had run up and was telling them that most of the orcs had been killed. Even though they had penetrated the city, they were not able to get near the king at all. The king had apparently barricaded himself within his hall with three children. His guards had fought them off and no one could even get near them. They had a great number of Easterlings on this side of the city, but there were only seven Elven archers left with them and the women. Knowing that even though they were two to three times more skilled than the Easterlings, they were still outnumbered, and the elves, unlike the Easterlings, would not do anything to endanger the women.
Mehtar stepped forward and said, “Now is your chance to leave or die. If you hurt any of those women, we will kill you before you get away.”
The man holding her dug the knife a little deeper just to get a drop of blood to flow.
“Why would a warrior elf care so much about a child playing in a tree? It seems strange to me that the King’s guards are protecting three small children with their lives, and you have just risked danger to save another child from the tree. That says to me that those children are important, and would be worth a lot to your King if they were taken. And you are their mother, right?” he asked, pulling her head back.
When she did not answer, he screamed at the man holding Calime to cut her throat.
Vanelossë screamed “No!” and he told the other man to wait.
“Are you going to tell me who you are, or do I start killing them one by one?”
“I am the boy’s mother,” she whispered.
Twisting her arm behind her back, he said “And why is the king protecting you and your children so fiercely?” When she did not answer, he whispered. “One word from me and she is dead.”
As tears sprung to her eyes, she said, “I am his son’s wife.”
Laughing evilly, he said to Mehtar “It appears that we have something of value here. Are you her prince?” Twisting her arm a little tighter, he said to her “Is that your husband, the prince?” She shook her head. “Then where is your husband?”
“I do not know,” she whispered.
“Kill the woman!” he yelled.
“No, please! I really do not know. He has been gone for months to aid in a mission. I do not know where he is right now.”
“You are telling me that the Prince of Mirkwood is such a fool, he would leave a woman like you alone for months. I bet you miss having a man in your bed,” he whispered in her ear as her skin crawled feeling his hot breath. “Only an elf would be such a fool.”
Mehtar and the other men were ready to strike, but Vanelossë knew they were too outnumbered to live through it, and half, if not all, of the women would get killed as well.
Swallowing hard, she asked the man, “What do you want?”
“You let us leave with four of these women and the prince’s wife, and the rest of the women go free. You do not agree then I cut her throat right now, and we will fight you to the death,” he said to Mehtar.
“Never.”
“Think about it elf. You know you cannot save her in time and kill me. If I die, so does she. How would your prince feel if her blood were on your hands?”
“Mehtar, do not do anything foolish. Let him take me, and let the other women go,” she said.
“Mehtar, you do not have any options,” the man said with a laugh. “You can lose five women as hostages or twenty as dead bodies.”
Knowing Mehtar would not be able to make the decision without guilt, she said, “Let the other women go. I will go without a struggle.”
“I guess the woman has made the decision for you.” As the men started backing away to their horses, he yelled to one of his men, “Pick three others and grab her friend.”
“No!” Vanelossë yelled.
“But she is the best way to manipulate you, my lady. I am not a fool. And Mehtar, do not bother following us or they will all die.” His men had let the other women go and they ran to the elves. Vanelossë felt guilty that they were taking Calime just because she was her friend.
Mehtar was looking at the man holding her as if he wanted to rip him to shreds. He looked at her and told her in Elvish that they would find them. She nodded and told him to make sure her children were taken care of, and not to tell them what had happened to her.
The man twisted her arm even harder and said to Mehtar, “If you two are done with your sweet farewells, I will be taking her with me now.”
“You better hope death finds you before her husband does,” Mehtar answered.
The man dragged her into the woods, staring down Mehtar until he was out of sight. His men had already mounted, and were starting to ride out of the forest.
He shouted to the men, “Ride quickly! Get out of here before they regroup. Two of you ride ahead and tell the others we are on our way. If you see any of their men, kill them.”