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Legolas’ Destiny

Posted on | September 30, 2008 | 3 Comments

Once the rightful king took his place and Middle Earth had peace, Legolas returned home to  a celebration for the brave. He laid his on the pillow and gazed out across the starry landscape, the celebration continued. Soon he closed his eyes and fell into a sleep deeper than dead.

The yellow sun startled him awake, leaves and pine needles brushed against his skin. Legolas rose to his feet and looked around at a forest bearing gnarled weeping evergreens. Where he was, he didn’t know this place was unfamiliar to him. Gentle warm winds swept the pine needles up to the sky. The wind carried a voice, more enriching than a lark. Walking toward the voice, he came upon a slow creek. The song enchanted him, drew him closer. He followed the creek, a raven haired woman bent down to the water, filled water buckets. She turned to him and Legolas noticed her amethyst eyes, she smiled. The wind picked up again, carrying her words, “help us Legolas, you are the only one.”  The scene faded, he extended his hand, “tell me who you are, where can I find you”

Legolas bolted upright in bed as early morning sun began to ascend. A hand maid offered him a cup of water and left him to his thoughts. Her eyes, her voice, he still felt the pull of her in this world of wakefulness.

Trying to rejoin the daily happenings of the kingdom, did not alleviate his dream of her. Legolas retreated to riding his horse through the forest hoping the wind will rise with her voice. When the sun fell again, he returned to the kingdom tired and restless. His father called for him.

“Legolas, I noticed you are not well since you came back. Is there something wrong, have you done something in the great war?”

“Father, I have been gone too long and saw a great deal, more than any man or elf should see,” Legolas replied.

“Are you restless, my son? Now your journey is over you can spend your energies here.”

“I don’t feel like I should be here, I should be somewhere else, doing something.”

“Where Legolas, where and what would you do on your next quest?”

“I do not know, not yet anyway,” Legolas turned and left his father puzzled.

He sat in his window and watch the kingdom fall asleep. His mind raced with thoughts, should he stay or should he go to find the woman in his dreams on a quest with no direction. What Legolas needed was guidance and his father would never understand. The moon rose high into the sky, casting a creamy glow. A subtle wind from the east rushed by, grazing his skin with pine needles,  Legolas had the answer.

On a piece of scroll, yellowed with time, he scribbled a note. Sheathing his sword, he went out into the night. His steed whinnied as he led him into the moonlight. Legolas mounted his horse and started east, assured he knew the answers would come to him.

Days and nights melded into one another. He stopped only for short periods for his horse to rest. His body ached and demanded sleep but he couldn’t stop, he had to keep moving forward. Several days passed before he found himself in a land beyond Middle Earth. The gray sky weighed him down. Dismounting, a feeling of deep seeded depression flooded over his body. He saw a wasteland spreading before him. Dead and rotted tree trunks with black and gnarled bark exhaled shadows. A small creek sat listlessly under the cloaked moon. Finding a spot in among tattered shrubs, his body had enough and sleep came to him.

“Legolas, please hurry before it is too late,” she whispered. He saw a world of nothing except for her standing, her hand outstretched. “Who are you?” he asked. “I am Ameritus, hurry Legolas.”  “How will I know where to find you?”   “You will know.” She disappeared.

He awoke with a new found purpose and mounted the horse.  He followed the stagnant creek.     The sun rose once again but only enough to lessen the darkness.  Soon he came upon a land where the sun intertwined with large trees. Far off screams rang through the air. Dismounting, he led his horse along the creek. A figure moved toward the creek, a raven haired woman. He waited and watched Ameritus scoop water into buckets. After tying his horse, he neared her.

“Ameritus.”

Startled by hearing her name, she dropped the buckets in the water and drew a dagger and struck at Legolas. He stopped her. “Who are you? And how do you know my name?” she questioned.

“I am Legolas son of Thranduil of Mirkwood.”

“Where is Mirkwood?”

“Far from here.”

“Why are you here?” He moved his hair behind his ears and sat on a log. “You’re an elf? I thought they only existed in stories.”

“You came to me in my dreams. You said you needed me to help you. I did say I was from Mirkwood,” he explained.

“I came to you in your dreams and you drop everything and come here. I must already be dead.”

She sat beside him. He heard screams once again, “is there a war?”

“Well you could say that. We, my people and I are fighting for our freedom against a king who takes everything that is ours and leaves us to our own.  He takes women he likes for his own disgusting pleasure and when he is done, he kicks them aside. We have nothing, we build and he destroys it.”

“Ameritus, why do you stay? Why can’t you and your people leave?” Legolas asked.

“Our world is a fort if we try and we are caught we die.” Tears rolled down her cheeks, “This is our home. The king before this one was kind and caring. One day while riding in these forests he was killed and his horrid son took the crown. Some say he killed his father because he was greedy. I believe it to. Many men have tried to slay him but they die first.”

Legolas stirred at her story. “Ameritus, did he harm you?”

“Yes, once.  Right before the revolution. Now I am with child.”

He stood, “I will help you. I will defeat him”

She rose to her feet and faced him, “you are kind but do not risk your life for us. This is not your battle.”

“It is my battle, Ameritus. You summoned me while we were in another world and I am here now.  Bring me to your people and we will create a plan.”

“Thank you, Legolas,” her lips brushed against his ear.

He followed her as she darted in between trees. They came to small hole by the side of the hill. She grabbed his hand and squeezed into the tunnel. Crawling on hands and knees, a faint light appeared. Ameritus scurried up a wooden ladder, Legolas followed.

“Who is this?” demanded.

“Leon, he is here to help,” Ameritus answered.

An elderly woman rose from her chair, staggering toward the elf and Ameritus. The people parted. She made her way to Legolas. Grabbing both hands in her own wrinkled and worn she tugged on him. “Legolas son of Thranduil, you have come. Gandalf said you are an elf of honor. Welcome to Mayweather. I wish you were greeted by a beautiful place. I am Sashay,” she whispered. “This is Legolas.  Our destiny lies with him. He will help us,” Sashay told the people gathered in her cottage.

They respected her opinion and asked no more questions but constructed a plan.

“Tonight will be the best,” Ameritus started, “I can go with Legolas and while Legolas hides, I will entice his majesty. Legolas can come in and kill him.”

“Ameritus, you are brave, you should stay here. I will go alone,” Legolas started.

“That is ridiculous, I know the palace as the former king and I were lovers. I can get in and out without notice. We leave tonight before the moon rises.”

Sashay offered him a room where he could rest. This woman knew he would come by using a woman as beautiful as Ameritus. She didn’t have to go through this much trouble; a word from Gandalf and he would come. He looked out the window and saw people fleeing from burning buildings. Legolas knew the right thing was to kill this man for his hatred and greed toward his people. Soon the setting sun spread its pink wings across the horizon. Ameritus entered his room.

“Are you ready, Legolas?”

“Yes.”

They started toward the castle, spending a lot of time climbing in and out of tunnels. Soon they were in the dungeon. She maneuvered in the dark on winding stairs.

“His room is on the other side of this door,” she whispered, “wait.”

Ameritus opened the door slightly and entered his room. She left the door open.

“Ameritus back for more? I thought you’d be by sooner. After all you came and saw my father every night.”

She glided, “I loved him very much, he was a good man. I can love you as well.”

“You could love me as well, do you know defeat? You sneak in here to let me take you.”
Ameritus moved closer and took his hand and brought it to her breast, “do you feel my heart, it beats for you now.”

While one hand on her body, his other hand withdrew a dagger from the pillow, “do you think I am stupid, Ameritus. This is only a trick. Join my father, you wench.” She tried to pull away but he grabbed her hand and pulled her down. Legolas stormed the room, sword ready. The king plunged the dagger in Ameritus, she gasped and he pushed her to the floor. He looked up and met Legolas’ eyes. Legolas raised his sword and took the kings head off it. The head affixed in shock rolled on the floor.

Bending down, he scooped up Ameritus. She breathed slow, blood dripped from her mouth.  Legolas felt his heart empty. As he carried back to Sashay, her hollowed eyes transfixed on him and she let go. Tears filled his eyes.  Legolas laid her on the table. Sashay shook her head, “there is nothing I can do, Legolas.”

“There must, you can bring me here. Bring her back.”

“I cannot.”

He grabbed Ameritus’ hand and wept.

Legolas said good bye to the raven haired woman. Home did not call to him. Where would he go? As if Sashay knew what he thought, “go where the heart tells you, Legolas.”

His horse waited, the sun illuminated blue skies and baritone bells rang for freedom. Legolas mounted the horse and he continued on, searching for his destiny.

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3 Responses to “Legolas’ Destiny”

  1. tarun
    September 30th, 2008 @ 3:57 am

    tragic end. I thought legolas finally met a companion.
    I appreciate the time you have spend in writing this story. After reading the story I came to know that you know a lot about Middle earth ..
    I wish u all the luck.. Keep up the good work and writings..

    One final favor, if you could change the url to downloadmobilex.com from the blogspot url. I hav moved to different platform.
    Thanks

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  2. Dragon Blogger
    October 3rd, 2008 @ 5:13 pm

    I really like this story, nice creative touch.

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