~ Not a Dream ~ Lord of the Rings based story

[Lunaestrella]

Thanks guys! I'm happy that you like it!

I will probably write more tomorrow. It is 11:00pm where I live now, and I have school tomorrow, so I will write in the evening if I have time

[Lunaestrella]

Ok, I've got the next chapter. But what about the elvish lyrics, precious?

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

I already stated my deal-post the chapter, then I shall post them! (teehee it sounds like a ransom note)

[Lunaestrella]

Next chapter! Because they are arriving at the place where the elves live in Mirkwood, I thought I'd do some descriptions, even though Tolkien doesn't describe it much in The Hobbit. It's kind of how I imagined it. And I know my descriptions are a bit rubbish, but yeah

They rode for a few days more. The countryside seemed lighter, the trees were growing separated, letting small rays of sunlight find their way through the emerald leaves. Now the elves seemed more relaxed, and often smiled and chatted between them merrily, as if no danger would now fall upon them.
At length, they arrived at a wide river, that flowed twisting its way like a snake between the trees. The sound of the water smashing against the rocks drowned all other sounds, and a spray of clear liquid splashed against their faces as they approached it. Legolas peered into the clean water with a smile.
“This is the river of Mirkwood. It protects the main city from most intruders, as it is dangerous to cross. But it has another secret” he looked around, and whispered warily “Whoever touches this water will fall into a long sleep, even us elves. After that, they will forget many things that have happened before, until it is reminded to them” the king gave a strange glance to Falco, but then turned “Don't touch it, or drink from it, whatever you do” he then trotted towards Cristiel and exchanged a few silent words with her.
“But then how do we cross?” Billy asked loudly “Surely we can't wade through!”
Legolas looked towards him, with a slight smile on his lips “Wait and see” he said, and set of at a canter up the riverbank, the rest of the company following with a thunder of hooves that mixed with the sound of the river. After a while they arrived to a spot where the trees grew thicker, and halted. There was nothing special in that place, but the elves seemed to be looking at something, as if there were a thing that they could see. Billy shifted uncomfortably on the saddle.
“Why are we stopping?” he asked, causing an angry glare from the woodland folk.
“Can you not see it?” asked a somewhat younger elf, that seemed about their age, but was much older “The bridge!”
“What bridge?” Billy said angrily “You stop teasing us or I'll....”
He was suddenly interrupted by Falco, who took hold of his arm, making him be quiet “Look!” he said, pointing towards the river “There is a bridge!, only that it looks like a tree” The elves chuckled slightly and led their horses towards it. Indeed, it did look like a tree. It was a sturdy bridge, made out of a reddish wood, that muddled in easily with the landscape behind it. Anyone who wasn't used to it being there would go straight past it without a second glance. Billy looked down, ashamed, and mumbled a few words before following the company. They passed over the wooden planks easily, seeing the rush of the river below but knowing that they were completely safe on the strong bridge. As they reached the other side, a new landscape came into view. They could see a wide path, bordered with rocks, that dwindled its way into the distance. Surrounding it, there were wide lawns, covered in a grass of bright green and a strange blue flowers that gave off a sweet scent. In these lawns, there grew tall trees, that towered so high that even the keenest gaze could not see the top of them. They were of the same kind that were on the other side of the forest, twisted and brown, but had a sense of clearness about them that the others didn't have. Billy and Falco gazed in wonder at the beauty of this place, seeing strange kinds of birds, similar to owls, that flew hooting between the tangled branches.
As the company advanced, the horse's hooves making a light crunch on the path, the countryside grew rockier, though still patches of tall grass and flowers sprouted between the rocks. Legolas was leading the way, and soon his horse was moving at a swift trot, eager to reach their home. After a while, they came upon an arch of dark trees, almost like a tunnel, that led its way into a clearing surrounded by trees. There the path ended to leave a clear space, covered with the red leaves of autumn that crunched beneath the horses hoofs, and in front of it,a great cave, bigger than any of them had seen before. It towered above their heads, a grey mist circling it's top. The rocks, grey and white, surrounded it's entrance, leaving only a small path between the huge boulders.
Through this they advanced, taking care not to make too much noise as a strange air was breathed there, as if time would never affect that place. They seemed lost in an infinite sea of stone, till at last they came to a great door. It towered as high as six men, and it was as wide as ten horses standing flank to flank. Legolas stood proudly at it's foot, and raised a hand.
“Open the door. It is the king and his company who return from the depths of the forest”
A few moments continued in silence. Falco was beginning to get uneasy when a crack was heard, and the door creaked open slowly with a grumble of rock. It opened to a wide hall, with towering pillars of stone, strange inscriptions in ancient runes and patterns running up each one. The floor seemed carved into the rock, but was extremely flat and spotless, and seemed to absorb the noise of their footsteps, as no echo was heard. The walls, tall and strong, were also carved in stone, but kept much of that elvish beauty that was seen in Rivendell and Lorien, green cloths of elven weaved cloth covering the stone between carvings of gems in shapes of ivy. Billy and Falco stared in wonder, but they did not have much time as they were told to dismount. Leaving the horses with the rest of the company, Legolas bid them to come along with himself and two officers, and they followed uneasily. Now they definitely wouldn't be able to get out, as the door had closed. However, there was a strange stillness in there, as if untouched by time or war.
At length they arrived to the end of the hall. It was scarcely illuminated, and only the strange torches on the wall gave off some light. With this, they could see that many passages ran out of the wall, some downwards, some upwards, swallowed by the darkness after a few bends. Legolas seemed to know his way around perfectly well, though, and chose a slightly wider tunnel to go through. The others followed warily, but at last they arrived to where the elf wished to go. A big room, with a look of importance to it that both Billy and Falco respected greatly. It was similar in looks to the other ones, only that, at the far end, a throne of stone stood elegantly. It was covered in gems of all sort that made strange patterns on the surface, and runes were carved in the rock. Suddenly, the voice of Legolas broke the silence.
“As you can see, my father liked gems very much” he said, a sad smile spreading on his face as he gazed at the pillars covered in precious stones. “He left Middle Earth after the death of my brother” Legolas looked down sadly, followed by a long silence. After a few moments he shook his head and then looked at them. “Well, I suppose you need some sleep” he called one of the guards, who directed them through the tunnels till they reached a hallway full of wooden doors. They were assigned one room each, and wearily put on the clean brown tunics that were on the bed. Then they lay down, glad to be safe at last.

[Loch Ness]

Keep going!!!

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Ilfirin nairelma nauva i nauva
Ilfirin nairelma ar ullume nucuvalme
Nauva i nauva melme nóren sina nairelma
Perfectly describes Legolas's mood.

(Undying is our regret, what should be shall be
Undying is our regret and yet we will cast all away,
What should be shall be, our love for this land is our regret.)

[Lunaestrella]

Falco stirred slightly as a soft, greenish light shone on his face, making him sit up. He smiled, glancing through the small window at the tall trees that towered high in the sky, the morning sun shining upon it's green leaves. It was spring, and small birds flew over the boughs and between the trees, singing a beautiful song that not even the best musicians could compare.
After a while he glanced round the room. It was neither big or small, but nonetheless beautiful. The bed, made out of a strange wood, was carved with care, the patterns of leaves seeming to glow and it's elegant spirals entwine. The bedside table,carved out of the same material, was similarly made, and Falco´s belongings lay on it, though they weren't much: his old tunic, his sword, a pocket knife, and the leaf pin. On the end of the bed, lying on the impeccable white sheets, was a set of clothing like he had never wore before. It consisted of a light green tunic, as soft as silk but as thick as wool, and some brown trousers, made out of the same weightless material. Falco wondered how they were made to weigh so little but at the same time be so soft and warm. There were also several other garments, including a long cloak and sturdy, knee length boots. He pulled everything on quickly, but didn't know what to attach the cloak with.
Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the leaf brooch, and Falco felt a sense of familiarity, a strange warmth bubbling up inside him. Slowly, he picked it up and stroked the green pattern softly, and then put it on with a smile. That would do.
He strode down the corridor, seeing that Billy was still asleep. Then he frowned, trying to remember which way they had come from. He remembered immediately and swiftly reached the main hall, still illuminated by those strange lamps that covered the stone walls. Shyly, he made his way towards the guards, and asked them politely where he should go. They smiled and indicated a tall archway clad in ivy, telling him that there was breakfast in that place, though the king wouldn't be there today as he had ridden out to meet a guest, an old friend, by the looks of it. Falco thanked them and they bowed with a smile, before exchanging a few quick words in elvish with each other. The lad frowned at their whispers, but continued walking and soon reached a room, or what seemed, a dining hall. There was a straight, long table, completely covered in all kinds of delicacies, and chairs carved in the pattern of leaves. A few elves chatted merrily to each other between laughs and jokes, and welcomed Falco warmly, giving him a seat next to them. Some of the food he had never seen before, but tried it, such as strange berries and breads, and found out that they were extremely good. Still, he didn't join the conversation, as he wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

After a while, the elves began speaking in elvish, and he found it hard to understand what they were saying, though the musical and soft language seemed rather familiar, and he made out a few words. It seemed as if they were talking about dwarves, and that the king had something to do with them. But soon, Falco found out why, as the guards announced that Legolas had returned, and was bringing a friend with him. Some of the elves stood up and left the dining room, but others, who seemed of more importance, stayed.
A few moments had passed before the wooden doors opened, and the king stepped in, greeting them with a smile. Behind him came a small person, rather wide in the stomach. A great red beard, nearly white, flowed down from his face up to his knees, braided carefully. He wore a metal helm,was dressed in thick armour, and bore a fancy axe that hung from his waist. He chuckled in a deep, friendly voice at the sight of the elves, and his small dark eyes squinted slightly.
"Well, well" he said, his gaze running over all of them and finally stopping at Falco for a moment. The boy noticed that the dwarf frowned slightly, but shook his head thinking he had imagined it. "Fancy this, a proper welcome for a dwarf in the house of an elf!" he chuckled again, and the other elves shifted uncomfortably, as if they didn't enjoy his presence. But Falco smiled, rather liking the small man. He seemed friendly, and the Esgarothians had many songs about the dwarves that dared to enter the Lonely Mountain, and had taken hold of the dragon's hoard.
"Thorin was their king, and with him went Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Balin, Dwalin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori and a creature called a hobbit" went one of the verses. Legolas seemed to like the dwarf too, and offered him a seat.
"This is Gimli, son of Gloin, for those of you who have not yet met him. He is a good friend of mine, and a great warrior" the king smiled, remembering the War of the Ring.
"Aye" said Gimli, filling a mug of ale and drinking it in one go "This axe has killed many orcs, I tell ya" he picked up another jug of beer "It crushed 'em and squashed 'em. I even got rid of more of those nasty orcs than this elfin king of yours!" he joked, but Legolas didn't seem to mind, and smiled softly at his friend's words.
Falco suddenly noticed something. Gimli was wearing a cloak, and upon it was a brooch that he knew too well. It was identical to the one he had, and he quickly glanced at it, his blue eyes glowing curiously. But in any way, he decided to wait. It would be foolish to make a big fuss, but he wanted to speak to the dwarf alone, if he got the chance.

[Lunaestrella]

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[Lunaestrella]

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[Arkytior]

I'm reading it! MOAR, PRECIOUS!! MOOOOOOAAR!!!!!