To Love an Endangered Princess [Legolas Greenleaf Love]

Surging Tide

A half-month later…

            Saphira’s POV

            I finally heard news of how the fellowship was faring. Faelwen, Eowyn, and I had fled to the forest where I called upon my kin, the rare white wolves of middle earth. Their pelts shone in the sun and their eyes were pure gold. It was paradise for me to see so many healthy radiant young white wolves bow down at my feet and pledge me their service. I had never known that they were this plentiful; there were enough to bring them way off the endangered rare species category! Mountains upon mountains were full of them, hiding during the day and appearing briefly at night to gather what they wanted, this was my kingdom.

            Eowyn became my fellow sister as she ruled beside me at my request as the second heir to the throne. I wasn’t planning on having kids, but she insisted if I ever returned and got down with Legolas she would step down and let my child rule next. The white wolf queen was still in power when we arrived, but upon my arrival she bowed down and passed the throne down to me even though I was still a princess. I had so much to learn about my own subjects, from their ways to their willingness to follow me. They had so much respect for me, and Eowyn had to comfort me several times when I was just overwhelmed with ruling over them all. The queen also helped me, and it was with her help that I had gotten my people (or animals) to accept Eowyn as one of our own. She wasn’t of wolf blood or in any way a shape shifter, but she was the closest friend I had, so therefore I named her my sister and next in line to rule. (Just to be clear, the wolves can talk in western language as well as a variety of others)

            Like I was saying, Eowyn and I were scouting the outskirts of the forest when we saw the beacons of Gondor being lit in the distance. I climbed a tree while Eowyn peered out from the mountain cliff and we both saw the same thing. The men from Rohan and the other kingdoms were answering the call of Gondor; they were readying themselves for war. Immediately after I witnessed this sight I went to council with my closest wolf advisors including the queen and Eowyn. We sat on the ground in a circle surrounded by thick trees to debate about the upcoming battle.

            “Sauron is powerful my subjects,” I started, “he will stop at nothing to make every living being on middle earth his slave, and we will surely perish, our hides turning dark and gray from the work and toil that he will put us through. I say that we take our army and go to the aid of Gondor at once.”

            The queen sided with me and agreed, “Princess Draugathiel Maetharanel is indeed correct. Her assumptions are far nearer than I can predict myself. The threat of Sauron has never been greater; I fear for our and your fates.”

            An elderly wolf protested, saying that this involvement could get us seriously hunted and searched for the second everyone knew we existed. But Eowyn disbanded his doubts with a statement that we had hidden from the world before, and we could do it again. This point was the only thing that made the rest of our council agree. We were coming to Gondor’s aid.

            Eowyn wore the same outfit that she had been wearing the night we had escaped on Faelwen from her brother, Haldir, and Legolas. The sound of his name made my heart light and it sung with sweetness and joy. This was now of anything that I had ever felt before the most exquisite feeling on earth. How I missed him, I had never really felt secure around him to begin with, but that was because I never really knew him. He was caring, and gentle despite his warrior attitude and build. It was hard for me to get adjusted to living without his presence, and I knew that I would forever live without his presence.

            I stood out on the mountaintops looking over the view of Gondor’s mighty city. I could see all the orcs that were on their way to the front gates, mighty in numbers but weak in brains and wit. I took one glance at their numbers and nearly despaired for us and all of middle earth resistance. I would not survive this battle for sure, and many of my own kin wouldn’t either. I could smell our forges being toiled endlessly over as the wolves sharpened their battle gear and remade armor. Our strength won us many a battle, but our numbers were too few against the thousands upon thousands of orcs that were making their way quickly down to the city of Gondor. If I were to go down there, I would just be condemning myself and my animals to death, but I would go anyway. There was always hope if the men of Rohan and farther loyal riders arrived in time.