White Valar (A Legolas FanFic)

Chapter Ten - The Idiot Archer

I couldn't breathe.

The Balrog's foot was crushing my face. I squirmed and struggled and then I stabbed it. It jumped back in pain and roared. It was like taking a blindfold off, it went from seeing nothing, to being blinded by the sight of yet another city burning. But it was the secret city. Gondolin.

Because I was so distracted, watching my friends burn, the Balrog took a flaming swing at me and I blacked out.

Only to wake up the a familiar scream, drenched in sweat. I exhaled deeply and slowly started to get up only to find someone putting their hand on my chest and then pushing me back down.

'You need to rest. Whatever you did sure knocked the hell out of you,' a familiar voice said. I looked to my side and saw Legolas with a playful grin on his face.

'How long have I been out?' I whispered, my voice was husky, probably from not talking for a while or maybe almost suffocating in yet another dream.

'A couple of hours,' he relied casually. 'Feeling better?'

'How's your dad?' I ignored his question, the answer didn't matter to him.

'He's alive... Which is good...' He mumbled back, folding his arms and observing the rest of the room.

Then came that awful shriek again. The poor elf. I sat up again and crossed my legs.

'What about Nessa?' My mind suddenly snapped into gear. All of the problems I was facing came rushing back to me. The Valar, Gandalf, Legolas, Thranduil.

'Still dead.' The words slipped from his mouth and he gasped afterwards, he didn't mean to say it.

'That's really disrespectful,' I remarked. He nodded his head and turned away. 'We need to do something with her,' I mumbled. He turned away and leaned against the wall, staring out the window at the other side of the room. A soft breeze of wind came in through the windows, fluttering the white curtains and then it stopped. The breeze soon came back harder and the process repeated rhythmically.

My brain was screaming to me to go check it out. Curiosity took over and I found myself at the window sill, staring out onto the burnt forest.

Then a screech echoed through the air.

I finally put the pieces together, wind and a screech. It was an eagle. But what would an eagle be doing here, they would never dare to enter into the lands where men could shoot them. Maybe it had something to do with Nessa.

'Where's Nessa?' I quickly asked Legolas.

'She's over there.' He pointed to a small makeshift bed with her on it. I scooped her up and ran down to the entrance of the halls.

A great eagle soared over the halls, but it was bigger than any that I had ever seen. It sheer size of it was overwhelming. The eagle screeched again and it circled around to land.

Other elves, slower than me, began to slowly drip out of the halls to see the eagle.

It landed right in front of me and then somehow, shrank into a large man, who was about twice the size of me.

He had tanned skin, brown hair like his vigorously decorated armour with intricate golden shapes. He stood tall and proud with his slightly flat nose and slanted eyes. I noticed that he had the same heavenly glow that Nessa had. He looked around with his head held high and his eyes full of concentration.

Then it hit me.

'Manwë?' My voice was radiating with shock. 'What are you doing here?' He stepped closer to me and looked down on me, like I was some irrelevant peasant.