Legolas x Reader Volume II

3 - The Journey to Rivendell - part 2

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3rd POV

Night had come and gone, everyone was well rested or as well rested as they could be with the looming threat that hung if something could not be done with the Ring. Fear or maybe more of concern filled (Y/N) as they journeyed forth towards Rivendell. It would be a long time until they were on their journey home but hopefully they would make it. There were many more hours to travel until they would arrive and there was many things to discuss while on their way and when they would get there.

(Y/N)'s POV

We had woken a while ago only to pack our things and resume riding towards Rivendell. Legolas had not spoken a word to me this morning. 'What did I do? Was it the comment of a better place to sleep?' Speeding up to ride beside him I looked at him, his face was impassive and held little to no emotion. It was almost like you had gone back to before you knew each other. 

"Melethron? What did I do?" I asked my voice light so the guard behind would not hear us. 

Legolas didn't respond just kept riding forward toward the mountains. Sighing I kept Faer riding slightly behind him this time just watching him. If this was how it would be this would be the longest journey I had taken in a long time. As we rode I began thinking back on the last few years of not only watching Edlen grow but the life of a married woman. It was hard sometimes especially when we had disagreed on things like what Edlen should be aloud to do and what she was not. Sword fighting was one of the many things we disagreed on. He thought she should learn early so that she would have more practice through the idhrinn while I believed she should have time to be a child before a warrior. I had lost that argument but I understood why he would want that and today I was glad of it. This was likely because the danger that was coming could be felt in the air and I would rather her be able to keep herself safe than to rely upon others. Glancing back to where I was riding I saw the mountains standing tall before us and the passage narrowing to the High Pass. The horses would just make it through the passage so we would continue riding them however we would have to slow considerably so as to be careful. We lined our horses in a line and went in this order, Thalion (guard 1), Legolas, myself, and then Caran (guard 2), we then began riding through. 

I remember hearing stories of this place as a young girl, my mother used to tell them. She once said, "What lurks in the Pass of Imladris no one quite knows for the Orcs were wiped out long before you however there are whispers of a beast that lurks in the shadows. Be wary (Y/N) as you and the traveling party head to the home of the woodland elves watch for something that no one is quite certain exists. Your father says I shouldn't fill your head with nonsense but I feel one day someone may need this story so remember it for my sake."

Years have passed since that day and it was long before I had ever met Legolas. Mother was long since gone and father had left for Valinor, the Undying Lands, he had told me he could not look at me for I looked to much of her. While I miss them I realize I must move on and past them. Refocusing I glanced about when I saw a shadow trailing behind us. 

"I think we should move faster Melethron, I feel we should try to be quick in arrival lest we miss something important," I spoke looking at him. 

He looked back at me and his eyes widened but a hair as he nodded then signaled Thalion to go faster. With that we had begun to gallop quickly through the turns and held tight to the cliff side as we went along. The shadow followed until we were finally out of the passage and only then did we slow but not much for we were only a few leagues from Rivendell or Imladris as many of the people there called it. Once we arrived there was a gate that looked almost like it was stretching to the sky, it was beautiful. The water flowed down the cliff side into the pool at the bottom as we entered what had once been my home and still felt like it. I was glad we had finally arrived but could not help but think about the shadow that had been following us, was it the shadow my mother had spoken of, was my father wrong about mother's stories, or was it just something else entirely?