White Valar (A Legolas FanFic)

Chapter Four - Sons Of Kings, Princes Galore

(Dedicated to PoppyMaslow)

Everything went by in a blur. It was just something I zoned in and out of. No one bothered to get my attention because they knew how badly stress and I mix. I spent days wracking my brain for information and trying ways to get the Valar's' attention.

The reason I am like this and act like a total roguish jerk is because I have just lived so long that I can say whatever I want really. No one cares and it's not my fault. Lots of people would just say, Cerirae, your an ass. I'm ok with it if you are being honest for the good of the world.

I'm really messed up and broken. I have been through so much that I have strong thoughts and views and I want to speak my mind. If I'm rude, then don't waste your time with me, I don't like complainers. It's as simple as getting up and walking away.

Being one of the oldest elves makes everyone think that I should be acting super wise and powerful. But the truth is, I was done with that millenniums ago. I want to live my life the way I want, and I don't care if I am messed up and scary. I call it just being me. I like it.

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I hate it. Being me sucks, I can't really die because my body is trained to protect itself, from everything... There is almost nothing decent in this land to live for. There is no one I love left. Well I guess if you count two friends... Gandalf... Legolas... Maybe even Elrond if I stopped interrupting him. But they're friends with everyone. Well... Not Legolas.

Saving the Valar from what, having their powers stolen, that's ok with me. Have a try at being "normal" or as they would say "powerless". Valar, welcome to every day of my life. It's not that bad. At least there isn't someone out to kill you... Ilúvatar can run Arda just fine without them.

It's just my opinion though, but I guess its a bit harsh.

'Cerirae,' Gandalf said, after kicking my legs to get my attention, 'Staring again,' he mentioned with his eyebrows raised. I guess I get a lot of people to raise their eyebrows a lot. Maybe I'm the reason Gandalf looks so old and wrinkly. One of the best parts of being in the form of am elf is agelessness. But it's also the worst.

'Sorry,' I mumbled slouching back into my chair and crossing my arms. Rivendell. It's a good place to stare at, lots of detail, growth, the valley. Even after a couple thousand years, still never gets old. I smiled to myself and watched a bird fluttered past.

'So, what's the problem?' I asked. Not taking my eyes off the bird.

'Well, we have been tearing through the library and Elrond has been working hard to find something,' Gandalf began, while sitting down on a stool near me. 'Elrond has been given a prophecy,' I threw my head towards Gandalf and payed attention.

'The servant of the one shall be razed,

Once the One chooses the son of a king.'

Gandalf finished, emphasising "the One".

'Does that basically mean that I might be "the One" and I have to choose the son of a king to go on a quest with, or something like that?' I asked, although the prophecy was clear, it was still confusing and unspecific.

'Maybe...' The wizard whispered through his beard.

'Did you find anything else?'

'No,' be began, 'but if you came and helped, we would have a better chance. If you stay in this room doing nothing, Sauron may catch Nessa. Go get out and do something useful.'

'Fine, I will,' I jeered. Gandalf huffed and smiled to himself. I got up out of my chair and went down to Elrond's study and found him at a desk reading books, rubbing his head.

'Elrond, are you ok?' I asked. He jumped up, he must have been reading some pretty serious stuff to be that interested and distracted, especially because he didn't hear me come in.

'You startled me, that's all,' he huffed.

'Sorry,' I mumbled, 'The prophecy. Does that mean I have to find a prince to go do something or find something?'

'Well,' Elrond began, 'Yes, it does mean that you will have to go on a quest with a prince, but the trouble is, which prince you choose. It could mean any prince. A prince of elves, dwarves, men, it could even mean orcs or wild men!'

'Hm, I guess that narrows it down a bit,' I remarked sarcastically. 'Although, I doubt it would be a prince of wild men, dwarves or men. You never know if you might need an Orc?' I sat down and smiled. I could see the edges of Elrond's mouth creep into a smile.

'I'm sure if you can talk to one of the Valar, without insulting them, to find out some more information, we would know. But the main thing is, which prince and how to defeat Sauron.'

'Yup, on it,' I huffed, it was almost obvious. I could sense that Elrond knew that I wasn't telling him something.

'Is there something wrong?' He asked.

'No,' I answered hurriedly and bolted out of the room, leaving Elrond in a confused and flustered mess.

Do I go sail to Valinor to talk to the Valar? Uh, no! Because that would take forever, and I'm pretty damn sure the Valar hid Valinor ages ago.

Other options:

Figure out how to go back to the void in my sleep.

Go to the too of a mountain and shout out like a crazy woman to get a Valars' attention.

Talk some serious smack about the Valar to get their attention.

I guess I like the first option of going back to the void... Unless it wasn't me that brought me there,

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