Story of Legolas and Enóreth, The: 1. Prologue

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1. Prologue

            Night had fallen over the plains of the Rohirrim. The heaviness of the air hid the stars from view, melding earth and sky to shadow in the distance.  As the land approached the line of downs to the North it rose into shallow slopes. Sheltered from the chilling breeze by one of these slopes, Aragorn and Gimli slept soundly.  Three days of relentless chase were taking their toll. 

Only Legolas remained awake and kept watch over his companions.  He stood upon the brow of the hill, gazing northward and singing softly to himself.  Always his keen elvish eyes sought the trail before them, and his clear voice carried on the wind, gentle and uplifting.  What thoughts ran beneath the words of his song, drifting back to lighter times or bent upon the desperate journey ahead, his fair face would not betray. 

Though the land bore the marks of many marching feet that had passed this way, the plains were now empty.  There was no movement, save for the ghostly ripple of the wind through the grass.  It was perhaps this stillness that deceived Legolas, for the first whisper of a presence was faint and fleeting enough to be dismissed as a worrying thought, a fear that their quarry was slipping forever beyond reach.  He sighed, casting away the notion.  The moment passed and was forgotten.

Some time had gone by when the feeling returned, and Legolas was now aware that something was wrong.  His waking senses perceived no threat, but an apprehension too heavy to brush aside was pressing upon his heart.  He narrowed his eyes into the night, and drawing his knife he readied himself for any possible danger.  None came, yet the feeling would not pass.  Perhaps it would be wise to wake Aragorn and tell him of his concern?  But Legolas shook his head.  His companions were far too weary to be disturbed for the sake of a whim, and if Gimli discovered that Legolas was fretting about imagined fears like a child in the dark his mockery would be great indeed.  Restless still, Legolas drew his cloak about him and began to pace to ease his thoughts. 

 Suddenly full realisation burst upon him, bringing with it a cold wave of shock and dismay.  Deep within his mind a force was drawing him, relentless as an ebbing tide, and Legolas knew all too well what it meant.  His steps faltered as if he were ill.  Pressing a hand to his brow, he held himself rigid and breathed deeply of the cold air – all to no avail.  The world grew dim before him.  He was weakening.

"No," he gasped.  "No!  Not now!"

But the pull was already too great, and it intensified with each passing moment.  His voice failed him and he could not cry out to his friends.  At last, with a despairing shudder, he felt his will give way.  His body slackened; the knife slipped from his hand and fell unheeded to the ground.  Had Aragorn and Gimli awoken at that moment they would have found him standing as if he were carved in stone, his eyes fixed on the horizon and unseeing.

Coming Up:  Ai!  Ai!  A Mary Sue is come!

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: CNell

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: Humor

Rating: General

Last Updated: 01/10/03

Original Post: 08/19/02

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Thanks to the marvel that is the mp3, there's rarely a perfectly silent moment in my conscious life. Whether it's someone else's annoying iPod or my own stuff, there's pop music aplenty and much repetition. This is where the trite and the literary meet. Read on, while I date myself (child of eighties and nineties), display my musical tastes for good or ill, cause cognitive dissonance, and perhaps recommend some stories.

Created for the HASA Playlist Challenge.

Included because: 'Teen Angst', by Cracker. Key lines: 'Cuz what the world needs now is another folk singer, like I need a hole in my head.'

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