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A dark night sky up above, stars that shine sweetly and a grand moon greeting you. The smell of the familiar forest reaches your nose and next to you is the most beautiful Elf you have ever seen. Yes, I mean Legolas. Of course I mean Leg...
Over the never-ending green hills, we made our way forwards. Neither of us knew where we were going and the landscape, that did not change at all, made us feel as if we weren't even moving. We had walked for hours and hours, getting tired and hypnotised by the silence that triumphed in this place. We had given up on speaking to save energy since neither of us knew for how long we were going to need it. When suddenly, Legolas began to sing. It was a song in Sindarin and I recognised it to be a song about the love between Beren and Lúthien. The sweet words that the lovers sang to each other chased the fear in my heart away and filled me with the sweetness of Legolas's voice. I turned my head and looked at him. And deep in my heart, a bonfire burned as he turned his head too. His eyes met mine and they enchanted me.
For a while I forgot this cursed land we were in. I wandered off to a beautiful place. The words of his song and his loving voice took me to a place where real beauty and light prevailed. And he was there too, dressed in a white robe that made his fair skin look like porcelain and highlighted his bright eyes that shone like gems as they lovingly gazed at me. In this place, I had no idea where it was but I never wanted to leave it, I felt no jealousy nor fear. I reached out for Legolas and he reached out for me. Like Beren and Lúthien, the lovers who loved each other enough to always stay together, even in death, we were one, a duo that could not be broken. And in this peaceful place, I restored my energy and hope until the last words of the song was sung and I was brought back to reality.
Legolas smiled at me with the kindness that always inhabited his heart. 'You needed to rest,' he explained the reason for his song, 'and resting here is like sitting in a silent warzone. This place brings you fear: you needed to escape it for a moment.' I stared at him thankfully. 'But why the song of Beren and Lúthien?' I asked and noticed that he was blushing. 'I like the story and the wonderful words.' He said but something in me told me he kept a secret from me. I decided to let it go and took his hand in mine again. 'Let us go on, we need to get back home.' 'But,' Legolas said, 'maybe we are not even going home. Maybe we are only going farther away from it.' I stared at the ground. 'Maybe, but we need to keep moving.' And with that we walked further. Leaning on each other, pulling each other through.
Silence had triumped again when it suddenly was broken by a scream. The sharp high tone pierced through the silence like a knife. It wasn't mine nor did Legolas scream so we looked around for a sign of life. There it was: a little village down the hill in a green valley. We ran towards it, happy to have found anyone else but frightened by the person's need for help. We had almost reached the village when we saw a young boy whose face was covered with wild black hairlocks. Though they hid most of his face, two bright light blue eyes weren't covered by them. Blue like the clearest water and the despair and fear in his eyes made me shiver. He screamed again, his childlike voice echoed through the valley. 'Help me!' The young boy shouted while two Orcs dragged him on an aggressive looking Warg and rode off. 'Da! Father help me!' His voice disappeared in the distance.
More Orcs were in the town and as we finally reached it, we saw four Orcs attacking a man. They kept on hitting him as he tried to escape from the horrid creatures. The man noticed me and Legolas, but I kept my finger at my lips and he seemed to understand the sign. Then I lifted my weapon and hit one Orc. I freed his wretched head from his miserable shoulders and jumped on another one. Within seconds I had killed them all by myself. Black Orc blood floated over the floor and the man got up to prevent it from touching him.
The man was crying, his face hidden in his hands and shoulders quickly moved up and down as he did. 'Good sir, why are you crying?' Legolas asked him. The man looked up. 'You have already helped me but I need to ask you for another favour. You are skilled and fast, please...my boy...' the man cried out, 'they have taken my boy! My son!' He screamed as tears ran over his cheeks. His finger pointed at the direction where his son had disappeared as he fell to his knees and cried. 'The only thing I've got is my boy, and now they've taken him away from me! Now they've taken him away from me I truly, truly become dust...' He cried out and lifted his head to us. The man took my hand and kissed it. 'Please dear maiden, help me.' He then took Legolas's hand and squeezed in it. 'Please good man, help this lonely father so he can reunite with his son...'
'Good sir, rise. We will help you. Tell us why they need your son and everything you know so we could go on our journey with all the information we need.' I said and caressed the man's cheek. He rose just like we had asked him and looked at us thankfully. 'My son is called Herdith but he once was called 'Aquafilius' by some old Wizard. He's not like the others, you see. The Wizard claims that my son possesses a powerful sort of magic but I do not believe it. I can not belive it. I do not know why Orcs have taken him, all I know is that I want him back.' He said desperately and stared at us. 'Do you promise you'll return him to me?' He asked. 'I am too weak to fight for him. My limbs and heart have been weakened by the everlasting silence of this place and now I cannot leave it. I am bound to this valley, these hills as if a spell keeps me here. You need to go and return him to me, I beg thee!' He cried.
'We will.' I answered, touched by his despair and sorrow. I pitied him and I wanted to help him so badly, that I would dare to go on this strange quest. I looked at Legolas and he nodded slightly. He knew how difficult this quest could be, since we barely knew anything and the Orcs seemed so determined to take this little boy. But that was the reason why we needed to help this man: the Orcs wanted his son so he must be really valuable. But he also was merely a child which often means vulnerability. I stared at the horizon where the boy had disappeared, then turned my head and looked into the man's eyes. 'We will return your son to you.'
A/N
Hey there!
That was chapter three! The picture above is a drawing of Beren and Lúthien, the man and Elf who loved each other. Oh, and one thing I might need to mention is the fact that, when an Elf sings, you travel along with the words to far away places, depending on what the song is about. That's why you visited another beautiful place when Legolas sang. Just in case you didn't know. Maybe now the story makes a bit more sense. ;-)
Anyway, thank you so much for reading the third chapter! I hope you liked it! If so, let me know. And if you didn't, tell me so I can change it for you. Thank you so much, please comment and vote and have a wonderful day! (Or night, I don't know!)
Galu!
-MS
Oh, and here's a picture of the beauty in white. So you could imagine how he'd look like in that beautiful place you visited when he sang.
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