Hidden [A Legolas love story]

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I tossed and turned in my sleep, images of Elves, Men, and shire folk falling to their deaths, flashing before my eyes. In the flames of the destruction, was an eye. It looked every which way until it had landed on me. I stood there, not a single muscle in my body could move, as the eye of Sauron looked into my very soul. He showed me my happiest memories and engulfed them in flames and terror. My body shot up out of bed. I touched my hand to my cheek, feeling the sweat and tears caused by what I could hardly even call a nightmare. "This cannot be ignored.." I thought to myself. Without another thought, I raced to my closet and put on my lightest armor and cloak. I packed my satchel with lembas and throwing knives, making sure to keep everything as light as possible. I placed my bow and quiver over my shoulder and took a deep breath. I paced down the hall, my father waiting for me at the doorway.
"Thangureth?"
I looked up, my father stood in front of me in confusion. "Where are you leaving to?"
"A dark force is upon us, and it is calling to me.. I fear for the lives of middle earth." I said solemnly.
He nodded, understanding how the gift that I have had been warning me of the growing threat for some time now.
"You don't have to leave, you know. We can take a ship to the west, there we would remain safe."  He said, pressing his palm to my cheek.
I looked to the ground and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Ada. Sixty years ago, others that I cared for died because I decided to keep myself safe. It is time that I protect and defend those who are innocent."
A silence fell upon us. Not necessarily uncomfortable, but not quite comforting.
"Protect yourself...." He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. He paused before walking into my mother's old room. He came out with two long daggers. "Take these. They were hers." He said as he handed them to me. I unsheathed one. I looked it up and down and touched the blade in awe. "Hannon lle." Was all that I could say.
"Namaarie." He said, taking my cheek once more. I touched his hand with mine, fearing that this was the last time I would see my father.
I turned away, slowly and sauntered over to my horse, Haston, without looking back. I mounted him, petting his mane. "A days' ride is ahead of us, Mellon. Imladris awaits." I whispered to him.
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I rode up to the stables of Imladris and dismounted Haston, grooming him after our long ride. I glanced at the other horses in the stables, looking at the elven gear that was placed on their saddles. "Woodland Elves.." I whispered to myself.
I found myself wandering around Rivendell, touching the walls delicately, sweet memories of my visits here passing through my mind and soothing my mood. I remembered my uncle, Aragorn, and smiled at all of the moments that I spent with him.
When I felt happiness.... Before this burden was layed upon me.
Suddenly I heard the snap of a twig behind me, bringing me out of my thoughts. I spun around and found a few meters in front of me an elf, who looked to be slightly taller than me and, judging by his apparel, was from the Woodland Realm.  I turned my head slightly to one side in confusion.
"I suppose this growing threat isn't a secret anymore.." I muttered.
"Pardon?" He said, stopping in his tracks and looking up from the ground that he seemed to have also been so very concentrated on.
"I presume you're here because of the ring?"
"Yes, I am. Although, you don't look to be from Imladris. " He said in a confused tone as he began to walk over to my side.
"I come from LothLorien. I'm here for the same reason you are." I said, turning around and walking with him. He nodded, still somewhat confused.
"I came alone, I am co-captain of the guard in Lorien."
"It isn't safe to come alone, you know this, right?" He said with a look of slight concern on his face.
"It's not safe to stay, either. I knew of this threat long before anyone else did. " I said, nearly hitting myself in the mouth for saying that.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"I think I've said too much." I mumbled. "What is your name? I feel like I know you from somewhere."
"I am Legolas, of the Woodland realm. My father is King Thranduil."
"I see, so that would make you the prince. My apologies for not noticing, Lord Legolas." I say, looking at the ground. I'd already known who he was. However, I'd rather avoid explaining that I can read minds and foresee the most likely future. It's far easier to act.
"No need, today I only come as a friend of Gandalf the gray. Are you alright? You look worried."
"Oh, I'm alright. I'm just tired. A days ride with no rest does that to someone." I chuckled.
We continued to have your typical small talk, of course, avoiding talking about the reason we're here.
"Vadania! Legolas! You've made it safely I see." A voice from the top of the stairs beside us said.
"Lord Elrond! It's good to see you," I said, smiling kindly, "it's a shame we have to meet under such circumstances."
"Agreed. I see you've been acquainted with Prince Legolas, I knew you two would get along."
I chuckled and walked up the stairs after Legolas.
Elrond knew of the gift I have, you see, he was in LothLorien when the Lady of Light rewarded me. In fact, he gave me half of it. Sixty years ago in the battle of five armies, I was a ranger. I led a second elvish army to fight against the necromancer's orcs. Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond saw potential in me, they saw my determination to save lives and they rewarded me. Unfortunately the most likely outcome of most situations is not always what we want it to be, and the thoughts of others are most certainly best kept to themselves.
"So your name is Vadania, then?" Legolas spoke up.
"Indeed." I responded as I pulled my hair to one side.
"Imra was once a guard here, now she is a ranger. I'm sure you've heard of the white rider?" Elrond said in a questioning tone.
"So that's you, then? My mother would tell me stories of you before she died." He drifted off.
"Oh, those weren't stories of me. My mother was the first white rider, but since she passed I've taken up her name and carried on her legacy." I smiled sweetly at the memory of my mother teaching me everything I know now.
Elrond went inside and left us to talk.
"I see. I feel like you know something that I don't, am I correct?"
"You are. However I see no harm in holding off on telling you. It's a very long story, meant to be told during the nights when sleep is difficult to come by." Legolas furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "I have a gift, Mellon. I know what you don't because of this. In each second passing, I see a new possibility in what is done with the time given to us." With that he nodded in understanding. "It is likely that I will tell you of how I was given this in the near future. Until then, I am off to visit a friend." I walked up the stairs and into the Library, leaving the blond edan [man] in confusion. Suddenly I felt a skip in my heartbeat, I knew this was a warning. He would begin to ask questions about me to others and they would spread the knowledge of my gift. I stopped in my tracks and looked back. Perhaps there is a chance that he will hold off until tomorrow when the fellowship will likely join. I cannot risk the enemy having even the slightest chance of finding me. I ignored the warning from my body and decided to trust him, as he was a friend of Gandalf, and any friend of Gandalf's is a friend of mine.
As I entered the room I saw my half brother, Aragorn looking blankly at the floor.
"Hanar." [brother] I spoke in a soft voice. He looked up and his eyes widened as they met mine.
"Thangureth?" He stood up slowly, as if he didn't believe I was really there. "It's been twenty years..."
"Indeed. I needed time to... Recover... from mother passing." I trailed off, the memories all flowing back at once. "In that time, I'd forgotten that although twenty years is a mere blink in my eyes, it can be half a lifetime for humans."
"Reth, I care not of this matter. I'm just glad to see you again." Aragorn smiled and hugged me tightly. I smiled into the crook of his neck, taking in the familiar scent that brought memories of kinship back.
"These are dark times, my brother." I mumbled.
"Do not say that, there is always hope. The council has not yet met. Your gift may show you the show you the evil stirring, but I'm sure there is-"
"there is hope, but our chances of success get slimmer with every breath we take." I said, cutting him off and pulling away from him. "I hate this feeling, the dread of knowing your world and all you love is falling apart, and not being able to fix it." I let out a sigh as I took a seat next to Aragorn.
"You wish you were never given this power, then?"
"Certainly not. It is called a gift for a reason, it is just such a strong power, and there are far too many responsibilities, it is a weight that I wish not to be removed entirely, but to be lightened. I wish to have the surprises of life back, I wish to have emotion, rather than overwhelming knowledge." I said, the last few words coming out as whispers.
"My dear Reth, have you spoken to Lord Elrond on this? He may be able to take it back, I know little of this whether it is possible, but there is always a chance."
I smiled and nodded. I then smiled as the image of Arwen approaching appeared in front of me.
"Your lady is coming. I'm going to leave you two be." I smiled as I stood up and made my way to the doorway. "Namaarie." [goodbye]
I went to the spare bedroom just next to where Aragorn sleeps and took in my surroundings. The familiar scent of lavender was in the air, the bed in front of me just as I remember when I last visited. Silky lilac sheets spread perfectly across the bed, not a single wrinkle in them. My apparel still hanging in the closet to my right and the mirror to my left holding the reflection of the same edainme.[woman] I gently smiled as I took my black cloak off and hung it up, hardly taking my eyes off of the moon that was shining through the window across the room. My nightgown from my initial vision of the enemy was still hanging from my shoulders, two days had passed since then. I sat down on the corner of the bed as I realized this, then unlacing my boots and taking them off. I removed my nightgown and took a mint green dress from my closet to wear.

I looked in the mirror and noticed that my hair had fallen out of the tight side plait I had put it in. I ran my fingers through the auburn locks until it was in its normal wavy state. I took a piece of hair from either side of my face and tied them back, exposing my hazel eyes. My mother had beautiful green eyes, however my father being a half-elf, he had passed down his human-like genes to me, giving me my auburn hair, which looks to be brown in the dark, but then the light shines on it, it is as red as the sky in the night of a blood moon. My mother would always tell me of how she adored my fathers brown eyes, how they looked like sweet milk chocolate and when the sun would shine on him, they looked like drops of honey. She said that my eyes were the perfect mixture of theirs. She said that not only was I beautiful on the outside, but I had an immensely special purpose on this world.  I grinned at the memory of my parents.
But alas, Ama is gone, and it is unlikely that I will survive to see Ada once more. My smile faltered at the sudden thought, and I felt the cold metal of my mothers old circlet, pressing into my palm.
I must have picked it up without realizing..
I observed the fine details of the decorative leaves she had made and strategically placed onto the piece of jewelry. I remember her making this, all the times my little toddler hands would go to grab a leaf or a jewel and her smacking my hands away, "Tampa tanya!" [stop that] I could remember her voice saying. I gingerly placed the circlet atop my head, my eyes widening.

I really do look just like her.
I smiled to myself, than standing up and brushing the wrinkles from my dress. As I stood I saw a faint silhouette of a group of ten, four hobbits, a dwarf, an elf, two men, a wizard, and a hooded figure on a horse.
A fellowship.
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HEY GUYSSSSSS!!!!!!!! I'm really excited for this fanfiction. I hope you guys like it. Sorry if some of the words in elvish are wrong, im using a bunch of really confusing translators and a lot of them are in drow (D&D) instead of Tolkiens elvish. Also the picture on the side is the cloak that she wore on her way to Imladris. I am aware that she is addressed by two different names in this, you'll find out why later on ;) All the love x ~Kat