Yavanna is an elf who lives in Rivendell, and who knows the ways of bow and twin daggers. She sets off on a journey that will change her life forever, a quest to destroy Ring of Power.
I apologise for the long break but I'll hopefully be back more regularly now! ❤️ Hope you all enjoy this chapter! I'm not the best writer in the world hehe but if there are any obvious mistakes please leave a comment to let me know! Ta!
Legolas POV
It was dawn, and sky was bruised with colours. "A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night." I said thoughtfully and got a negative feeling that this would in some way link to us as we continued pursuing the Uruk-hai.
The three of us were still running in chase across the plains, when we heard the sound of horses galloping and the ground subtlety quaked beneath our feet. Aragorn gestured for us hide behind some boulders. I ducked down and watched as a great group of horse-men appeared, cantering by with their Rohan banners flying proudly. Amongst the sound of hooves thundering against the uneven ground, was the clatter and clang of armour; the rattle of thick chainmail. Aragorn came out of hiding as they passed, followed cautiously by me and Gimli. Aragorn called out to them, "Riders of Rohan, what news from the Mark?" At a signal from the lead, the riders made a quick turn and headed towards us. Swiftly we were surrounded in ever-tightening circles of men on horseback. As they stopped, they threateningly pointed their long spears at us. "What business does an Elf, a man and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!" Insisted the leader of the group, readably suspicious as he scrutinised us with wide eyes in a discerning demeanour. He clearly had not the time or the patience to muddle. My palms became sweaty and I stood stagnant. What to say?
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"Give me your name, Horsemaster, and I shall give you mine." Said Gimli, trying to be clever. My senses were on high alert with their spears straight at us and there being no way of escape. Aragorn put a hand on Gimli's shoulder as the lead rider sharply passed his spear to another man. He dismounted his horse and approached us slowly, chested puffed and his face was stern and calculating. The leader threatened him saying, "I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." In a lightning fast move, I pointed an arrow at the chief. "You would die before your stroke fell!" I declared and the riders all thrusted their spears closer to me. After a highly strung moment, Aragorn pushed down my arm and I relaxed. Quickly, I felt guilty for my actions, but I had a close friendship with Gimli now, even if we didn't like each other when we first met. We had lost Gandalf, and now Boromir. It pained me to comprehend where the hobbits and Yavanna were and in what kind of condition they were in. I couldn't loose anyone else. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Glóin and Legolas of the Woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan and of Théoden, your king." Announced Aragorn, in a truthful and respectful tone, attempting to ease the situation. "Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe." the leader spoke and slowly removed his helmet, his blond wind blown hair falling over his shoulders. "Not even his own kin." We now recognised the leader as Éomer, the kings nephew. The spears were withdrawn and my heart beat steadied.
