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LOTR: The Rider 8
Dyantha and Liafael left Lothlorien and headed north; following the path that Dyantha's birds set them on. They traveled in silence most of the day, with Liafael ignoring the concerned looks Dyantha shot at her from time to time.
Liafael smiled as she fiddled with the bracelet around her wrist, it was a simple thing, made of leather with a silver medallion with a tree engraved in it. "Is it usual for the Galadhrim to give gifts to visitors?" She asked Dyantha.
Dyantha smiled and shook her head. "No, you impressed Haldir with your courage, my dear."
"What courage?" Liafael asked, sounding more than a little disgusted with herself. "I left my parents to die, Dyantha. I ran."
"But you survived." Dyantha stopped walking and turned to Liafael. "It often takes more courage to live than to stand and die with those you love."
Liafael felt tears itching at the corners of her eyes and she brushed them away angrily. "I do not feel brave. I feel frightened. I never understood what danger was, not
LOTR: The Archer 10
"I must speak with you, Arasseth."
Arasseth looked up from her book with a gasp; she hadn't heard her mother enter her room. Helegiel stood before Arasseth's couch, her long, white hand outstretched toward her daughter. Arasseth allowed her mother to lead her silently through their home beneath the trees of Greenwood.
"Your father and I are leaving soon." Helegiel finally broke the silence as they entered her small library.
Arasseth nodded, unable to keep a frown from her face. "I wish you would stay."
"So do I, Arasseth. I will miss Middle Earth and you." Helegiel sighed and Arasseth could see conflict in her mother's dark eyes. "But I cannot bear to be separated from your father."
Helegiel laughed and placed a gentle hand on Arasseth's cheek. "No, not yet; someday you will." Her eyes had a faraway look and Arasseth frowned.
"I have a gift for you." Helegiel placed a worn scroll on the small table in the room before turning to her daughter. Heleg
LOTR: The Archer 9
"You will go to Moria and speak with the dwarves there."
The light of the candles that lit Aseawen's private library were reflected in Gwaedhiel's wide eyes. "My Lady?"
"I need you to extend my friendship to the dwarves in Moria." Aseawen repeated, smiling at Gwaedhiel. "Our two peoples have been too long estranged and I would see us as allies once more." She took a small satchel and handed it to Gwaedhiel. "These are gifts for Durin V."
Gwaedhiel looked inside the satchel and her eyes widened even more. "These are jewels from the King's treasury..."
Aseawen nodded. "Tokens of goodwill; present them to Durin V with the blessings of the elves, tell him of my desire to reforge old alliances and ensure him that it would be beneficial to both our peoples."
"The King does not know." It should have been a question but Gwaedhiel knew better.
Aseawen smiled and shook her head. "Thranduil is stubborn, especially where dwarves are concerned. But in this matter I must look past the will of my hus
LOTR: The Huntress 11
"Faelwen!" Arwen skipped up to Faelwen where she sat under a willow and put her hands on her hips. "Where have you been? I have not seen you in over a week."
"Forgive me, Arwen, I felt the desire to wander." Faelwen responded with a smile.
Arwen grinned and sat in Faelwen's lap. "I forgive you. Where did you go?"
"Into the mountains." Faelwen pointed to the distant peaks.
"Did you see the giants?"
"No, they left me alone and I left them alone. They are, mostly, well behaved."
"If they were mean, would you kill them?" Arwen's grey eyes were wide with a mixture of awe and excitement.
"Where do you hear such things?" Faelwen asked with a laugh.
"From Father and my brothers. Father says that you have gone all over Middle Earth, hunting evil things."
"Your father tells you these things?"
"No, but I hear them sometimes anyway..." Arwen looked slightly sheepish. "Sometimes when I am very quiet, they do not notice I am there."
Faelwen laughed. "You should be focusing more on playing than on ea
LOTR: The Archer 8
A large spider descended from the trees right in front of Gwaedhiel, its pincers clicking furiously. Gwaedhiel gasped and barely managed to dive under the spider and roll to her feet.
"Gwaedhiel?" Legolas called out, concerned.
"Keep moving." Gwaedhiel responded, glancing behind her at the spider and the pursuing orc. "I am unharmed."
The orc cried out hoarsely in its dark language and another orc crashed through the underbrush to Legolas' left, almost running into the young prince. He turned swiftly and ran his knife into the orc's neck, grimacing as the creature's hot blood spilled onto his hands.
Beside him, Gwaedhiel hissed in pain and stumbled, an orc dagger in embedded in her shoulder. Legolas knocked an arrow and let it fly toward the pursing orc, his triumphant smile as it hit the orc between the eyes vanishing as another spider fell from the trees. Gwaedhiel pulled the dagger from her shoulder, grimacing at the pain shooting through her arm. She threw the bloody dagger and it
LOTR: The Huntress 10
The sun was setting over the valley of Imladris when the sons of Elrond returned from Lothlorien. Faelwen watched from one of the many balconies overlooking the main courtyard as the Lord and Lady of Imladris joyfully greeted their sons. It brought an odd mixture of joy and sorrow to Faelwen to see their reunion. Arwen jumping excitedly into one of her brother's arms reminded Faelwen of all the times she'd waited impatiently for her own brothers to return from battle or hunts, the proud smiles on Elrond and Celebrian's faces as they watched the children was heart wrenchingly familiar. Faelwen was about to turn away from the scene below her and return to the libraries when the keen grey eyes of Arealata caught Faelwen's. Arealata stood near the entrance of the courtyard, the hood of her pale blue cloak thrown back to allow the setting sun to glint off her pale golden hair. Faelwen nodded to Arealata, a familiar smile on her face. The knowing look in Arealata's eyes made Faelwen want to
LOTR: The Archer 7
The forest began to darken around them and they slowed their pace, both watching the trees carefully for any sign of an enemy.
"How far are we from the nest you and Iaenna found?" Legolas asked quietly.
"Not far." Gwaedhiel pointed through the trees and Legolas could just make out a hint of sunlight glitter off what he could only imagine was the threads of a spider's web. "I wonder if more of them have moved in "
Legolas shrugged, noting the apprehension in Gwaedhiel's voice.
"Something is wrong, Legolas." Gwaedhiel stopped and looked nervously around at the trees, her hand inching toward her quiver. "The forest feels so close, so tense."
"It felt differently when you were here with Iaenna?"
There was tenseness in Gwaedhiel's eyes as she answered and a flickering of doubt. "Something has happened. There is a shadow upon my heart and my mind, can you feel it?"
Legolas nodded, an uneasy feeling had been creeping up his spine for the last fifteen minutes and while he was r
LOTR: The Rider 7
"Liafael! Stable your poor horse and get over here!" Dyantha called from the shade of a beech tree as Liafael rode through the broken archway leading into Esteldin.
Liafael waved to her cousin and hurried to do as she was asked.
"What is it, Dyantha?" Liafael asked as she sat next to her cousin on the grass.
"Nothing really, I just wanted to get you off that horse. If you keep riding for all hours of the day you'll become bow-legged." Dyantha teased.
"I will not!" Liafael countered. "Will I?"
Dyantha laughed. "Don't worry about that now, Liafael, you father is meeting with Halbarad."
Liafael's eyes widened and she grinned with excitement. "Halbarad has returned? He has been so long in the Wilds, what brought him back?"
Dyantha shrugged. "I have no idea, though I suspect it has something to do with the Shire."
"The Shire? Is that where he's been?"
"Yes, we have doubled our watch there in the past few years; I will be leaving shortly myself to take up the watch."
"Can I go with you?"
LOTR: The Archer 6
Gwaedhiel stood nervously outside the meeting room where the King and Queen had been speaking with messengers from Lothlorien and Imladris for hours. She couldn't make out the words that were spoken but the tension in the voices was unmistakable
"Gwaedhiel, what are you doing?"
Gwaedhiel jumped and spun on her heel, coming face to face with the prince of Mirkwood. "Your parents are meeting inside."
"Are you trying to eavesdrop?" The prince asked with a knowing smile.
"Of course," she admitted without hesitation.
"Excellent, what have you heard?" Legolas moved next to her and pressed his ear against the door, frowning when he realized that he couldn't hear what was being said.
"Nothing," she responded ruefully.
"It must be very important, or very terrible, if my mother had you wait outside." Legolas mused as he moved away from the door to lean against the wall.
Gwaedhiel nodded. "I suspect it has something to do with the growing darkness in the South."
"Mother was incredibly concerned a
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