White Valar (A Legolas FanFic)

Chapter Eleven - Freaking Valinor

- In the media section, I have included a map of Middle Earth AND the Undying Lands. You would probably find it useful, especially for this chapter -

• You also may need to go back and look at some pictures I added into chapter ten, two and the very first part •

I woke up to the sound of beating wings and then range of thick green hills crept into my eyes as the sun blinded me. I looked over and saw Nessa, swaying lifelessly in Manwë's talon, then I was reminded of what had just happened when a sharp pain ruptured from my stomach. I grunted and Manwë's great eagle head peeked underneath him.

'I see you have woken, strange elf,' his voice was still so deep.

'Where are you taking me?' I shouted over the wind.

'To Valinor, to council with the Valar of your strange knowledge,' he replied effortlessly.

'I am not going to freaking Valinor! Why can't you just tell me what to do! I'm not going back there again!' I shouted and with that I yanked the arrow out of my stomach and stabbed it into Manwë's thigh. He screeched and let go of me and I began to fall. The sick feeling of being weightless was all o could feel as I plunged towards the lake I had expertly times for myself to fall into.

I would never go back to the Undying Lands, ever. I never wanted to see the Valar, as much as I wanted a reward for saving them, to end my suffering, I would never want to see them. I closed my eyes as the water drew near, but instead of feeling the icy plunge, I hit something large, yet soft, and it whisked me away.

I opened to my eyes and to my disappointment and horror, I was on Manwë's back.

'Do not think that you can fool me, child. I will take you to Valinor with the utmost of urgency,' he was so formal yet I couldn't help but feel the bite of the condescending tone. The water was close, so was the ground.

I got up and ran along this back and jumped from his wing and finally took the icy plunge. Although, the water wasn't very deep because I was close to the edge and I may have dislocated my ankle or something, but I knew I had done something because of the sharp pain. The wound where Legolas shot me began to sting badly

I later resurfaced and was then whipped out of the water when Manwë gathered me in his talon and took me over to a patch of grass and tossed me there. He soon came down to land and he carefully placed Nessa on a soft grass patch.

I stood up ready to run, but Manwë pounced on top of me and pinned me down.

'Take it out,' he gestured to the arrow. There was a little bit of blood trickling down his leg. He was growing impatient and he thrusted his great beak at me.

'Take. It. Out.' He repeated, but this time, there was anger in his voice. I leaned up and took the arrow out, he flinched.

'Thank you,' he replied curiously. These people are so confusing with their emotions, you think they're angry when they're not and you don't think they're angry when they are.

'Can you just leave me alone, I need to talk to Thranduil about something very important, they may or may not save your life. So take me back to Mirkwood,' I demanded. I wasn't in the mood for games or being told what to do.

'Young child, there is no reason to fear Valinor, the Valar just need to speak with you, then I may be able to take you back to Mirkwood, to see the King.'

'Stop calling me young child! I am as old as you!' I shouted, I went to grasp at my sword or my bow, anything, but it wasn't there. I heard him sigh in agitation, his huge eagle body stepped over and carefully held Nessa in a claw and as he took of, he took me in his other talon. I tried to get out of the strong grip, but he held me tighter as we flew higher.