*~* When Legolas and Gimli travel to Rivendell, the whole place seems
bewitched. Alede is betrothed to someone else, Elves and Wizards are
disappearing and there's the mysterious events concerning a silver goblet.
Legolas faces jealousy and an enchantment that could cost him his sanity
and his eternal freedom. Coming up in "The Faerie Goblet"! *~*
A/N: WELCOME TO THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF LEGOLAS AND ALEDE! IF YOU'RE A NEW READER TO THESE STORIES, LET ME RECOMMEND FIRST:
1. "The Road to Isengard"
2. "The Caverns of Mirkwood"
I hope you enjoy them!
IF YOU ARE A RETURNING READER. welcome back! This is another story filled with angst, adventure, mystery and a dollop of romance. It takes place 14 years after the events in "The Caverns of Mirkwood" (approximately 20 years after LOTR) Watch for the quotes at the beginning of each chapter. I actually did research for this one!!!
This is probably a PG13 story and the R rating is "overdoing it", but I'm not taking chances. So, R is for one adult conversations and some sensuality (implied, not described). (Compared to what's on TV these days, this is a nursery rhyme!)
Special thanks to Thecla, my fabulous beta reader. She has found countless grammatical errors, typing demons and just plain stupid mistakes and despite all that keeps asking me to send her more! I couldn't ask for better support, encouragement or suggestions. Every writer should be lucky enough to have someone like her on their side. Thank you, Thecla. This one's for you girl.
The characters and places of Middle Earth belong to JRR Tolkien, not to me. I am borrowing them for the use of entertainment only, not for profit in any way. With that said, thank you for reading, leave a review if you are so inclined and please enjoy! ~Nebride :)
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*~* Hobgoblins are, on the whole, good-humored and ready to be helpful, but fond of practical joking, and like most of the fairies rather nasty people to annoy. ~Katherine Briggs "An Encyclopedia of Fairies" *~*
"THE FAERIE GOBLET"
Chapter 1 ~ The Trader
The Trader waited until a wagon cart rolled in through the gates of the White City, distracting the guards and masking the noise of his ascent. Wheezing and gasping he pulled himself over the top of the wall and dropped into the darkness below with a thud. He straightened up, or rather, straightened up as well as his disfigured form would allow. Looking up at the wall he had just scaled, he reluctantly admitted that this new body he found himself in was more agile than his human one had been.
Settling the pack on his back, the heavy object within rolled and shifted. The Trader opened his mouth to curse it, but only guttural slavering came out. Shutting his mouth, he silently rued the day he'd found the cursed object. Then for good measure, he cursed himself for a fool for ever going to Mordor. What had seemed like a chance to get rich beyond his wildest dreams had turned into a nightmare instead.
Grunting with disgust and self-pity, the Trader shambled to the next wall. Torchlight briefly illuminated crooked limbs and a hunched body, then he melted into the shadows. He began the ascent, but froze half way up the wall when a horse and rider paused at the adjacent gate.
Looking down the Trader caught a glimpse of golden hair spilling out from beneath a dark hood. The rider was masculine, yet spoke with a soft, almost musical voice which the Trader could not quite hear.
The two guards at the gate, bowed low. "Welcome back to Minis Tirith, your Highness," one of them said. The rider thanked them and rode through the gate, though not before casting a glance in the direction of the darkened wall. The Trader let out a rasping breath when the rider did not stop though, but continued up the lane, not seeing the grizzled form that clung to the stone.
Another visiting prince, the Trader shrugged. *There are many visitors to this city. It does not alter my plan.*
Two weeks ago he had overheard vital information. The King of Gondor and his Steward would be leaving the city tomorrow to make trade agreements to the north. They would be gone for several weeks, leaving their women behind.
More importantly, the Trader thought as he dropped over the last of Minis Tirith's great walls and slid into the shadows of the castle's great bulk. A tiny wail of discontent reached his ears from one of the open windows, high in the castle. *More importantly, the rulers left behind the infant Prince of Gondor.*
The Trader smiled a toothy smile and rubbed his clawed hands together.
~ ~ ~
A/N: Hmm. what's happening here? Find out more Chapter 2 "Legolas Greenleaf" coming next weekend! :D
A/N: WELCOME TO THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF LEGOLAS AND ALEDE! IF YOU'RE A NEW READER TO THESE STORIES, LET ME RECOMMEND FIRST:
1. "The Road to Isengard"
2. "The Caverns of Mirkwood"
I hope you enjoy them!
IF YOU ARE A RETURNING READER. welcome back! This is another story filled with angst, adventure, mystery and a dollop of romance. It takes place 14 years after the events in "The Caverns of Mirkwood" (approximately 20 years after LOTR) Watch for the quotes at the beginning of each chapter. I actually did research for this one!!!
This is probably a PG13 story and the R rating is "overdoing it", but I'm not taking chances. So, R is for one adult conversations and some sensuality (implied, not described). (Compared to what's on TV these days, this is a nursery rhyme!)
Special thanks to Thecla, my fabulous beta reader. She has found countless grammatical errors, typing demons and just plain stupid mistakes and despite all that keeps asking me to send her more! I couldn't ask for better support, encouragement or suggestions. Every writer should be lucky enough to have someone like her on their side. Thank you, Thecla. This one's for you girl.
The characters and places of Middle Earth belong to JRR Tolkien, not to me. I am borrowing them for the use of entertainment only, not for profit in any way. With that said, thank you for reading, leave a review if you are so inclined and please enjoy! ~Nebride :)
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*~* Hobgoblins are, on the whole, good-humored and ready to be helpful, but fond of practical joking, and like most of the fairies rather nasty people to annoy. ~Katherine Briggs "An Encyclopedia of Fairies" *~*
"THE FAERIE GOBLET"
Chapter 1 ~ The Trader
The Trader waited until a wagon cart rolled in through the gates of the White City, distracting the guards and masking the noise of his ascent. Wheezing and gasping he pulled himself over the top of the wall and dropped into the darkness below with a thud. He straightened up, or rather, straightened up as well as his disfigured form would allow. Looking up at the wall he had just scaled, he reluctantly admitted that this new body he found himself in was more agile than his human one had been.
Settling the pack on his back, the heavy object within rolled and shifted. The Trader opened his mouth to curse it, but only guttural slavering came out. Shutting his mouth, he silently rued the day he'd found the cursed object. Then for good measure, he cursed himself for a fool for ever going to Mordor. What had seemed like a chance to get rich beyond his wildest dreams had turned into a nightmare instead.
Grunting with disgust and self-pity, the Trader shambled to the next wall. Torchlight briefly illuminated crooked limbs and a hunched body, then he melted into the shadows. He began the ascent, but froze half way up the wall when a horse and rider paused at the adjacent gate.
Looking down the Trader caught a glimpse of golden hair spilling out from beneath a dark hood. The rider was masculine, yet spoke with a soft, almost musical voice which the Trader could not quite hear.
The two guards at the gate, bowed low. "Welcome back to Minis Tirith, your Highness," one of them said. The rider thanked them and rode through the gate, though not before casting a glance in the direction of the darkened wall. The Trader let out a rasping breath when the rider did not stop though, but continued up the lane, not seeing the grizzled form that clung to the stone.
Another visiting prince, the Trader shrugged. *There are many visitors to this city. It does not alter my plan.*
Two weeks ago he had overheard vital information. The King of Gondor and his Steward would be leaving the city tomorrow to make trade agreements to the north. They would be gone for several weeks, leaving their women behind.
More importantly, the Trader thought as he dropped over the last of Minis Tirith's great walls and slid into the shadows of the castle's great bulk. A tiny wail of discontent reached his ears from one of the open windows, high in the castle. *More importantly, the rulers left behind the infant Prince of Gondor.*
The Trader smiled a toothy smile and rubbed his clawed hands together.
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A/N: Hmm. what's happening here? Find out more Chapter 2 "Legolas Greenleaf" coming next weekend! :D