Journey's Call

Chapter 3

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Chapter Three:

We had a week to prepare for our quest. I had already packed everything I needed, two spare dresses(one green, one dark blue) and other supplies to help keep clean; like soap, and a small jar of mint paste for my teeth.

I already knew how to fight, my father taught me when I was young. I smiled as I thought of my weapons, a silver-wood bow made in Rivendell, my silver and purple arrows, my sword which had a purple handle, two twins knives; which were smaller replicas of my sword, and a silver and brown dagger I had received in Lorien, from Lady Galadriel long ago.

Since I was ready, I took these last free days to spend in peace before I started our dangerous journey. I sat on the edge of the courtyard, reading a book about the history of Numenor. It pleased me to read about my ancestors.

I heard footsteps behind me, and then the clearing of someone's throat. I looked behind me to see my father.

'Ada' I nodded.

"Islendia, I need to talk to you about our quest." He said, looking concerned.

He better not be scare about me fighting.

"Father, you know I can defend myself."I said.

"I'm not talking about your fighting. You're a wonderful warrior, and I'm proud of you. I came to talk about your past."

My past. The first five years of my life were a horror. No one knew the truth but my father and my brother, Cason. When I was but a child, we went to Lorien, so I could meet Lady Galadriel. My father and brother took me. She told my father and I that I, Islendia, daughter of kings, would hold the key to the future. I was more powerful than Galadriel herself. I contained magic that could hold evil at bay until the Ring was destroyed, but it would take a lot of studying, and practice, to take hold of that power. I spent weeks in Lorien, with Galadriel, as she helped me form balls of light, fire, water, and purple magic. Purple is my signature color. Little did we know, during those weeks, Crebain had been flying through, disguised as regular birds. They flew back to their Master; Saruman the White.

They spoke of me as a great sorceress, who could, if turned to the dark side, conjure the world of Men. So Saruman kidnapped me on my way back to Rivendell, during the night. When my brother found out what had happened, he awoke my father, and they rode to Isengard. Saruman had a pack of orcs follow them in secret. Once they got there, Saruman brought me to the balcony, had my family taken hostage, and killed my brother in front me. I will remember that moment for as long as I live. My brother died because of who I was. I never left my room for three years.

We eventually caught away, but I'm still scarred. Since then, I've been scared of who I am, of what I am. I've never practiced since. Cason was everything to me, the brother I loved for. Being there for me.

Coming back to reality, I answered my father.

"I will not step up to this fate. It cost Cason's life. I'm good enough a warrior to fight without blasted magic." I spat.

"Islendia, this is an extremely important mission. You MUST step up. You are an elven queen, more powerful than all Wizards and Elves combined. You must become who you are!" My father argued.

"Like how you stepped up to be King?!"I said sarcastically, tears running down my face. I ran off, smacking into someone.

"Sorry.." I mumbled embarrassed to be caught crying.

I looked up to see Legolas looking down at me concerned.

"I heard everything." He whispered.

I looked up at him, wide-eyed. And then I ran away sobbing.









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