*Disclaimer*- I own NOTHING of Tolkein's... the man is a genius. Anything
associated with his work is obviously not mine. Lines from the movies are
property of New Line Cinema.
"Wait for me!" Anarrima yelled running after the young prince who darted across the empty clearing.
"Hurry up, Anarrima," Legolas yelled back, keeping the same pace as before.
The Last Alliance had been victorious on overthrowing Sauron and Mordor was utterly forgotten, its evils vanquished from Middle earth. Mirkwood's shadow of darkness was gone and once again the two young elf children were allowed to roam the lands of Mirkwood.
"Please wait Legolas! I do not know the way like you do," she stopped, having lost the prince through the large thicket of trees.
Anarrima had lived in Mirkwood for only a few years now, since the spring of the New Year. Her father had sent her to be in the care of King Thranduil when he joined the Last Alliance under the command of Gil-Galad. Despite the short time they had known each other, Legolas and Anarrima became great friends and were in the company of each other as much as possible.
"Great," she muttered looking around through the forest. Though female elves were quick to panic in such situations, Anarrima, however, was not a normal female elf. She was a descendent of the Moriquendi, skilled and wise they were. The 'Dark Elves' they were often called.
In the days of old, the Moriquendi fell under the power of Morgoth and Sauron the Deceiver. Morgoth promised them full power over all the Firstborn, in return that they serve him in the fight against the Valar. Blind by their greed they followed him and all perished save for a few, including Anarrima and her family. In return for the redemption of the surviving Moriquendi, Anarrima was promised by her father to the Dunedain when she was of age, to become a Ranger and protect all of Middle earth.
"You ignorant Prince, where are you?" she cried out, searching past the small clearing; her silver eyes glancing across the clearing for Legolas with her dark tresses blowing in the breeze. "when I find you, you shall not like the consequences."
But just as she turned to go back to the palace she suddenly heard something drop from a tree behind her. As quick as the sound came she unsheathed the dagger at her waist and held it to the throat of the figure on the ground.
A pair of ice blue eyes stared back at her, the mirth and playfulness melted away and was replaced with surprise. He sucked in a nervous breath as he felt the cold steel tip press against his skin.
"Surprise..." Legolas whispered and gave a nervous smile. " Did I scare you Ana?"
The fear in Anarrima's eyes disappeared as relief flooded over her when she realized it was Legolas, and not a foul goblin as she expected. "What in the name of Eru were you thinking?" she asked, helping the prince to his feet and sheathing her dagger.
"Just a test," he stated as they began their walk back to the palace gardens. Passing the clearing Legolas picked out the leaves and twigs from his hair and looked at Ana.
"A test for what?" she asked, still annoyed at him, "Oh, pray tell! What would the Prince of Mirkwood need to test me on?"
"Just a test on how you would react in such a situation, " Legolas smiled at her.
" Did I pass?" she asked now with interest.
"I would say so, mellon," he replied mirthfully, seeing how she wasn't angry anymore.
"Well I certainly hope so, because if you did not the look on your face surely did," Anarrima laughed at the playful look on his face and ran through the front gates of Mirkwood.
They spent the rest of the day in the luscious green gardens, playing and laughing as they always did. As night fell they sat and watched the stars together, thinking about the future of the world.
"Legolas," Ana began, "why do the stars shine so bright?" Anarrima asked, looking at the sky, which seemed to wink back at her and play with the moonlight.
"To guide us, through the darkest of our days," Legolas answered, brushing his hand across the cool green grass which illuminated in the starlight. "But I have always wondered," he began as he gazed at her, "do you ever wish to see Valinor? To walk its glittering shores and live for all eternity in never-ending happiness?"
Anarrima sat pondering his question for some time, remembering the stories of the Undying Lands her father had told her. The stories were magnificent! He would tell her about the great halls of Mandos, the thrones of Manwe and Varda atop Taniquentil in Arda, and how the waters always run clear and cool.
"I do wish to see it," she said, lying back and looking at the stars once again. "I wish to see the elves we hear in the tales of old, to feel the soft breeze on my face, and sit under the golden trees forever."
Legolas just smiled and laid down beside her, thinking about the day that they both would sail over the seas to that place of undying beauty and eternal happiness.
"Wait for me!" Anarrima yelled running after the young prince who darted across the empty clearing.
"Hurry up, Anarrima," Legolas yelled back, keeping the same pace as before.
The Last Alliance had been victorious on overthrowing Sauron and Mordor was utterly forgotten, its evils vanquished from Middle earth. Mirkwood's shadow of darkness was gone and once again the two young elf children were allowed to roam the lands of Mirkwood.
"Please wait Legolas! I do not know the way like you do," she stopped, having lost the prince through the large thicket of trees.
Anarrima had lived in Mirkwood for only a few years now, since the spring of the New Year. Her father had sent her to be in the care of King Thranduil when he joined the Last Alliance under the command of Gil-Galad. Despite the short time they had known each other, Legolas and Anarrima became great friends and were in the company of each other as much as possible.
"Great," she muttered looking around through the forest. Though female elves were quick to panic in such situations, Anarrima, however, was not a normal female elf. She was a descendent of the Moriquendi, skilled and wise they were. The 'Dark Elves' they were often called.
In the days of old, the Moriquendi fell under the power of Morgoth and Sauron the Deceiver. Morgoth promised them full power over all the Firstborn, in return that they serve him in the fight against the Valar. Blind by their greed they followed him and all perished save for a few, including Anarrima and her family. In return for the redemption of the surviving Moriquendi, Anarrima was promised by her father to the Dunedain when she was of age, to become a Ranger and protect all of Middle earth.
"You ignorant Prince, where are you?" she cried out, searching past the small clearing; her silver eyes glancing across the clearing for Legolas with her dark tresses blowing in the breeze. "when I find you, you shall not like the consequences."
But just as she turned to go back to the palace she suddenly heard something drop from a tree behind her. As quick as the sound came she unsheathed the dagger at her waist and held it to the throat of the figure on the ground.
A pair of ice blue eyes stared back at her, the mirth and playfulness melted away and was replaced with surprise. He sucked in a nervous breath as he felt the cold steel tip press against his skin.
"Surprise..." Legolas whispered and gave a nervous smile. " Did I scare you Ana?"
The fear in Anarrima's eyes disappeared as relief flooded over her when she realized it was Legolas, and not a foul goblin as she expected. "What in the name of Eru were you thinking?" she asked, helping the prince to his feet and sheathing her dagger.
"Just a test," he stated as they began their walk back to the palace gardens. Passing the clearing Legolas picked out the leaves and twigs from his hair and looked at Ana.
"A test for what?" she asked, still annoyed at him, "Oh, pray tell! What would the Prince of Mirkwood need to test me on?"
"Just a test on how you would react in such a situation, " Legolas smiled at her.
" Did I pass?" she asked now with interest.
"I would say so, mellon," he replied mirthfully, seeing how she wasn't angry anymore.
"Well I certainly hope so, because if you did not the look on your face surely did," Anarrima laughed at the playful look on his face and ran through the front gates of Mirkwood.
They spent the rest of the day in the luscious green gardens, playing and laughing as they always did. As night fell they sat and watched the stars together, thinking about the future of the world.
"Legolas," Ana began, "why do the stars shine so bright?" Anarrima asked, looking at the sky, which seemed to wink back at her and play with the moonlight.
"To guide us, through the darkest of our days," Legolas answered, brushing his hand across the cool green grass which illuminated in the starlight. "But I have always wondered," he began as he gazed at her, "do you ever wish to see Valinor? To walk its glittering shores and live for all eternity in never-ending happiness?"
Anarrima sat pondering his question for some time, remembering the stories of the Undying Lands her father had told her. The stories were magnificent! He would tell her about the great halls of Mandos, the thrones of Manwe and Varda atop Taniquentil in Arda, and how the waters always run clear and cool.
"I do wish to see it," she said, lying back and looking at the stars once again. "I wish to see the elves we hear in the tales of old, to feel the soft breeze on my face, and sit under the golden trees forever."
Legolas just smiled and laid down beside her, thinking about the day that they both would sail over the seas to that place of undying beauty and eternal happiness.