White Valar (A Legolas FanFic)

Chapter One - Old Man Gandalf

'Gandalf!' I shouted with bitter urgency, 'Get over here now!' He hurried over to me staff in hand and sword in the other.

'What is it Cerirae?' He asked with a worried expression. He stopped in his tracks. There was a dead dwarf in the middle of the track.

'He's dead.' I mumbled sadly.

'A Morgûl shaft...' Gandalf whispered under his grey beard. 'The shadow still lingers.'

'The wound looks quite fresh, Gandalf.' I muttered while pulling my daggers out of their sheath. 'Stay on your guard, old man.' I told him.

'Yes, your majesty.' He mumbled sarcastically whilst rolling his eyes.

Gandalf and I had been scouting south of Mirkwood for a few days. Elrond had said he had seen evil come too close for good, so he sent us out. Sometimes I wondered if he could just get someone else to do this, but I like this sometimes. It's not boring and I don't think Gandalf really minds. Sometimes he has to go other places without me. The wizard and I had been in each others company for many years, I am still surprised I haven't annoyed the life out of him though, but I guess he puts up with me because that's what friends do.

Later we found four more dwarf bodies and signs of an Orc attack. But no Orcs.

'This attack was organised.' I said to myself while examining the trampled grass full of Orc prints and five different sets of dwarf prints.

'It cannot be.' I heard Gandalf's voice behind me. I saw him at the edge of the cliff facing south-east.

'What is it?' I asked, while walking towards him, expecting to see a million dwarf bodies at the bottom of the cliff. But as I came closer I noticed a thin column of grey smoke rising in the already amber sky. I followed the smoke down to a patch of trees about two or three leagues away.

'Men? No dwarves.' I squinted as I tried to make out what was moving in the trees.

'Orcs.' Gandalf grunted, I finally saw the cruel hunched figures between the trees.

'What are they doing there?' I asked while turning around to face the dead dwarves.

'I guess that is for us to find out.' The wizard smiled. I gave a small sigh and started to drag one of the poor dead dwarves towards the others. I couldn't leave them out here, it felt wrong.

Soon all of the dwarves were lined up, and I had the arrows destroyed and thrown them off the cliff.

'Yavannah, help me.' I whispered so quietly Gandalf didn't hear me. He sat beside me and I put my hands onto the ground and Gandalf followed. I focused all of my energy on the dwarves and soon enough, small green vines slowly crept up their bodies. After a moment the bodies were covered in vines. They slowly sunk into the earth and were not as visible.

I stopped and gasped for air. The dwarves are in the earth, where they would like to be.

Being me, I could actually borrow some powers from the Valar if they were easy to access. So far, I had only been able so gain some of Yavannah's powers because she had so much.

'Thanks.' I said to Gandalf while stepping up. 'Lets get these dwarves the revenge they deserve.' I smirked playfully. Gandalf rolled his eyes and got up.

'The sun will set soon. Do you want to find somewhere safe to camp, or attack the Orcs?' He asked.

'I choose the latter.' I said in a posh mocking tone, whilst smiling.

'Alright then, sometimes I forget that you never really run out of energy, Cerirae.' He laughed softly.

We called our horses over and sped south-east towards the Orc camp. The sun quickly slipped behind the horizon, leaving only a small amount of orange sky left to light the land.