Post by Tithenmamiwen on Sept 29, 2009 8:43:24 GMT -6
Note: I'm posting this because I want to know what people think of this before even posting this story. Granted, I have a couple of more chapters to go until I actually want to post this on Fanfiction.net or Deviantart, but I want to know what you think so if you would let me know what you think and how I can fix some stuff, even suggestions, that would be nice.
A Petal's Roses
By Tithenmamiwen
By Tithenmamiwen
Chapter One:
War Across The Lands
"Lord Legolas!" an Elven guard called down from the post. "Come up here, and quick!"
Legolas quickly excused himself from the Elven maiden he was speaking to, silently thanking the guard for calling him as he sprinted up the stairs to the look out of the land. It wasn't that the maiden wasn't beautiful; she was incredibly gorgeous but simply could not stand another minute with her.
Legolas nearly leaped onto the top of the floor of the look out and at the guard's side that had called him moments before. Legolas didn't need to ask what was the trouble, he saw it once he looked forward- out in the fields. There was a fire burning in the grassy fields, Orc's were in a brutal war between the Elven army of Mirkwood. There were more Orc's than Elves, half of the Elven army were down, either dead or injured to get up.
"Get my father! Gather the army and try to haul off the Orc's! Put out the fire!"
The army was gathered quickly and the maidens quickly gathered buckets of water, then gave them to the guard's and warriors, where they quickly yet carefully made their way out to the fields and trying their best to avoid an fight of an Orc or to be shot down, put out the fire. Legolas gathered his own army of men he had been training for months and dressed them up in solid armor.
The war was not short. Legolas had ran out of arrows within thirty minutes of the fight and had to use the dull blade he word around his back, much to his dismay. He was not well acquainted with a blade of a sword, but it was well enough for him to use. He stabbed, slashed and smashed at the best effort he could muster, yet he had fallen a few times to the ground but quickly got up before the Orc could murder him with it's sharp weapon.
And though Legolas was proven to be a horrible fighter with a blade, he didn't give up in the fight. He did what he could do, either stabbing his sword through the Orc's chest or slashing him down, Legolas didn't le this guard down. However, his army was weaken and to the point there was only eleven of his army members and a much more number of an army of Orc's. And it was then that Legolas and his army were gathered together by the Orc's, to only be circled.
But then, one of the Orc's cried out in shrill pain, then fell to the ground, dead. Legolas was confounded, more confounded than his army but a man dressed in a green cloak and an helmet appeared from where the Orc once stood. The attention was turned on him and it was silent for a moment. Until...
The man yelled and started slashing his sword at the Orc's, killing them to the ground. Legolas went with the suit, his army behind and so, they stabbed and slashed at the Orc's but warrior cries were heard and an army of men jumped from a small cliff to the side, landing onto the Orc's, using what weapon they had to kill them. Legolas didn't know how many army of men there were but he knew that they were on his side; the leader was.
"Who are you?" Legolas yelled to the man over the crowd of the yelling of the battle, though it was too loud to hear anything, even for an Elf. But the man was only few feet from the Elf, giving no mercy to the Orc's as he thrust his sword into their chests. The Orc's were becoming less and less and Legolas knew that they were winning but there were still a bit more of the enemies.
"Now is not the time for introductions!" the man yelled, pausing for a moment to look at Legolas, then stabbed an Orc in it's chest as it was charging to him. "But just know that I am on your side, Master Elf."
The battle finally blew over, leaving only five Orc's alive. They seemed to be imitated by the number of the men and Elves that surrounded them and they looked at one another, unsure. And then, they ran off. By now, the fire was put out and there were hundred of bodies of Elves and Orc's surrounding them, most of the Orc's dead and if not, very much injured. Elves were difficult to kill, not unless you hit them in their weak spot and like the Orc's, almost half of the Elves were too injured to move.
The man sent one of his soldiers to go into Mirkwood and request that the Elves that were injured would be taken to a healer, while he requested for his other men to go around, finding what Elf was either dead or alive. At that being said, the men began to do their duties with the help of Legolas' army aiding him. Legolas stood, his arms crossed as he watched the men and Elves. The man decided at that moment to walk forward, offering his hand, to which Legolas accepted it kindly and they shook hands.
"One who is out numbered can easily gain help from a stranger," he said.
"Thank you," Legolas said, nodding his head at his words. "I'll be sure to remember that next time." Legolas glanced around for a moment before adding, "And I will be sure to gather much more of a bigger army than I had."
"Number does not count, my Lord," the man replied. "It requires great strength and courage to kill. But I sense from the many amount of dead bodies, your crew was not much put in with courage."
"Most of them were just brought into to be trained," Legolas said, feeling his own heart shattered at that. "But without them we would of have a much less army, yet I made a mistake of taking these young Elves lives."
"Don't worry," the man told him, glancing around for a moment, his eyes gazing over the corps of the Elves and Orc's and the few bodies of his men. "Some of my men have been brought down but that is what a war is about. You must fight for the ones you love and wish to protect, bringing you to death even. Though your army was a bit weak on the arm most of them were well taught and with a few more sessions of training they can become great warriors. They fought well and those who fight to their death must be remembered for their bravery."
Legolas gazed at the man for a moment. Who was this man? It wasn't that Legolas wasn't grateful for this man's kind actions and to freely help the Elves win the battle, but who was he? He was skilled and wise, Legolas knew that from the way he spoke but was he a spy from Mordor and was set to help the Elves, but to only betray them and kill them all, or was he simply a man of good? Nonetheless, even Legolas had curiosity.
"Who are you?"
The man slowly took of his helmet and Legolas was certainly surprised to see him at a young age. He did not look like an adult of a man, but perhaps an young adult. Eighteen the most he had to be and if not, how old was he really? He had blond hair that went to his neck and his facial features were quite familiar to him, as if he had seen that face before. But he hadn't seen this man before; Legolas would remember him if he did.
"I'm Elboron, son of Faramir," he replied and Legolas instantly remembered back those years ago of the war of the Ring. Faramir. Boromir's brother and this was Faramir's son. It was no wonder of who he looked like. "and I'm a man that travels around Middle-Earth, helping armies that need aid. Either fighting against Orc's and Trolls or giving out supplies. I believe you know both my father and mother," Legolas only nodded. "I saw from a distance that Orc's were invading the lands of Mirkwood and I most friends with Elves, I simply could not allow the Orc's invade. Even if you were well numbered with an army, I would of helped."
"I owe you my gratitude, Elboron," Legolas said, holding out his hand and the two shook hands once more, as a brown horse trotted up behind the man. "but I don't think giving you my thanks will compare of thanking you."
"A thanks is all I need, my Lord," Elboron answered, mounting onto the horse. "I need nothing more."
"Is there anything I can do to offer my gratitude?"
"There is," Elboron nodded. "You can give me a holler if you need me by using this," He took out a horn, much like what Boromir had except it was made out of metal and had a gold strap attached to it. "And where you are, I will be there within the second. No matter how far you are."
Legolas smiled, accepting the item in his hands. The metal felt surprisingly arm in his hands, yet it was smooth. "I will."
By now, the injured Elves were carried inside to Mirkwood and the warriors of Elboron were mounting onto their horses, gathering around Legolas and their leader. "Farewell for now," he said and then, with a yell Elboron galloped off into the fields with the warriors close behind, disappearing into the distance.
Little did Legolas know how soon he would need his aid...when all Middle-Earth would depend on a young girl to save them all...
