What happens when you combine hidden races, aliens, the enigmatic "Outrider" who bested Aragorn, Norse mythology, and the elven prince of Mirkwood?
It's a surreptitious story that the High Elves have kept locked away for centuries. It's a tale of da...
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{2} Meddling with Maps
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"Legolas," a voice rippled throughout Legolas' ears. While internally scolding himself for lacking enough attentiveness to notice company, his elven eyes darted around him to locate the voice's source. When his gaze was only met with the presence of a Lothlórien guard who held no interest in Legolas, his thoughts were stopped short.
"Who goes there?" The blond called out. He now assumed it to be Lady Galadriel, who had been rumored to obtain telepathic abilities. It was her gift, something that all elves receive sooner or later. Elrond's gift was foresight, as was Tauriel's healing. Even though Legolas hadn't discovered his yet, he never doubted that it would come to him sooner or later.
A soft stir in the wind sounded behind him. Legolas turned and was greeted by the sight of a beautiful, shimmering Galadriel. As usual, a delicate smile was worn on her face, and a flowing gown was draped across her frame. If it wasn't for the leaf that fluttered through her projection, he would've believed she was truly standing before him.
"Your engagement in this mission will be remembered for many years to come," she said sweetly, stopping right before him and allowing herself a slight nod. "Your bravery has the opportunity to save all of Middle Earth."
"I shall hope that it does," he affirmed, returning the respectful gesture. Though, before Galadriel could say more, Legolas hesitantly opened his mouth again. "Though, there is one term of condition I failed to entail during the meeting."
Galadriel tilted her head curiously. "What might that be?"
"In the absence of my presence, I request that aid from Lothlórien be sent to my father's command." Legolas kept his features void of the anticipation that racked his core. While it wouldn't appease Thranduil's lack of enthusiasm towards his sole heir being thrown in the face of danger, it might compensate for the lack of security that Mirkwood would be experiencing without Legolas.
The Lady of Lothlórien paused for a moment, seemingly contemplating Legolas' appeal. After a second of silence, she responded, "Certainly. It would be my pleasure. Is there anything else I might assist you with?"
"That is all, my lady," Legolas said. He prepared to take leave, considering that his father would be returning to Mirkwood soon and he wished to bid him farewell. Though, before he could get far, Galadriel's melodic voice rang out again.
"There is something of great importance that I must tell you," she explained, her voice uncharacteristically grim. Her eyes seemed to give their surroundings a fleeting glance, holding an uncertainty that Legolas had never seen Galadriel bear. "Follow me."
