100 POSTS!!!!

Alright, I've heard you're supposed to post 100 things about yourself, so here goes!!!!

1.) I'm sending in my resume to be in a major motion picture.
2.) I LOVE chocolate.
3.) I am reading the book of Esther right now in the Bible.
4.) My middle name is the Elvish word for "gull".
5.) I am currently writing 2 fanfics, 1 book, and 1 research essay.
6.) My car's name is "The Stag" because it's an Impala.
7.) I have a weenie dog named Libby.
8.) I've never had a boyfriend. (I said I did in K-5, but my mom hadn't had "The Talk" with me yet)
9.) My favorite color is green.
10.) I've never kissed a guy aside from family and older gentlemen friends.
11.) I know how to use a steel sword.
12.) I've seen POTC The Curse of the Black Pearl, approx. 70 times.
13.) I'm really an Elf, my ears simply didn't form correctly. :D
14.) I've been a Christian for 8 years.
15.) I want to be an actress because: 1) I like to act and 2) I want to witness to the extremely unreached people group known as thesbians.
16.) I said I wanted to be a Paleontologist (sp?) at the age of 4.
17.) I can stretch my right leg behind my head.
18.) Wow, only on 18? I'm currently tired of typing. lol
19.) My dad was in a wanna-be 80's band in high school. They were good too!
20.) I love to read and write.
21.) I once beat the Swords Instructor who taught me.
22.) I've had several dreams that I went to The Realm. (TDW)
23.) I have one sibling: Idina.
24.) I have a strange passion for cheesecake. YUM
25.) I've been out of the U.S. 4 times.
26.) My family was possibly going to move to New Zealand this year, but it fell through.
27.) I seem to have a strange affinity for archers: Legolas, Nock and Bolt, Haldir, Murtagh, Beleg, etc.
28.) My best friend has been my best friend for 7 years now.
29.) I've moved 2 times.
30.) I'm homeschooled.
31.) I love spinach pizza.
32.) My sis and I practically talk through book and movie lines.
33.) My cell phone wallpaper is a picture of Anakin Skywalker from Episode 3.
34.) I have too many posters, large or small, in my room to count.
35.) I LOVE MY BED.
36.) The two girls in my book, Flinn and Cordance, are my opposite sides. Flinn is the painfully shy reader. Cordance is the competitive outspoken one.
37.) I sing in our worship band in youth group.
38.) I can touch my tongue to my nose.
39.) My family still owns the VHS of STAR WARS...before it was called A New Hope. It's got the ripped Luke Skywalker on the cover...lol
40.) I think one of my favorite passages of Scripture is Nehemiah's song of praise.
41.) My favorite Bible duo is David and Jonathan (I LOVE JONATHAN). Don't ask me why.
42.) I hunt.
43.) I am almost exactly 70 years younger than my Grandpa.
44.) I got Prince Caspian yesterday, and have watched the commentary and many other things...love the Blonde Cam.
45.) I like night better than day, because stars and moon beat the sun by far.
46.) I LOVE TEA.
47.) I have copied down, by hand, the script from POTC 1,2, and 3, LOTR 1, 2, and half way through 3.
48.) I have recently developed a passion for God's Word, which is WONDERFUL!!!!
49.) I wanted and got a particular gable of my house for my room because of Anne Shirley's gable.
50.) I love PS2.
51.) My favorite Pevensie is Peter (since the age of 7), because I was the oldest.
52.) My favorite Narnians are Tumnus, Puddleglum, Reepicheep, and from the films, the Centaur general whose name escapes my spelling ability. (Aslan's a given)
53.) I loved Prince Caspian in the books, and DESPISED Prince Caspian in the film.
54.) There's an Anglo-Saxon king with our family name.
55.) I love the Revolutionary War.
56.) I once had a dream the Wyrm Lord attacked me. AAHH!!!
57.) My dad has met Weird Al.
58.) I love Enya.
59.) I have named trees on our land, and am friends with them (don't laugh, I'm not crazy). 8D
60.) I've named sections of our land after the lands of Middle-earth.
61.) I want no children, but if I do have them, I want three boys: William, Strider, and Keiran.
62.) My best friend is going to Jr. College, making me feel OLD.
63.) I have been thrown from a horse.
64.) I've only lost consciousness once: being thrown from a horse.
65.) I've never broken a bone.
66.) I LOVE SUGAR.
67.) I'm a hugger.
68.) I find enjoyment in just listened to the wind through the trees, or watching a thunderstorm.
69.) My parents had to force a cell phone on me; I didn't care for one.
70.) I still have my favorite Teddy named Church Bear. Really creative.
71.) I have composed two pieces on the piano.
72.) I like fall/winter better than summer. The spring is beautiful as well.
73.) I would rather drive a dragon than a sports car.
74.) I have read The Door Within 3 times through now.
75.) MILK IS GOOD
76.) I've asked for Legolas's fighting knives for Christmas.
77.) I listen to instrumental/soundtracks.
78.) Relient K is good.
79.) I have been a page for the day at my state's capitol.
80.) I have been inside the White House.
81.) I have never been to Boston in the fall.
82.) I need to be writing my fanfic.
83.) I just came back from youth group.
84.) I sprained my foot once.
85.) Both of my mother's parents passed away last year within 4 months of each other.
86.) When I pray, I talk to God like I do my parents.
87.) I finished each Door Within book in approx. 3 day.
88.) I want to go to England someday.
89.) My favorite STAR WARS people are Anakin Skywalker, Han Solo, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan, and Siri.
90.) I have an intense and strange dislike for Mace Windu.
91.) I have a collector's lightsaber that has a metal handle and lights up. In the dark it looks exactly like the real thing.
92.) I love chicken spaghetti.
93.) My favorite super hero is Spider-man.
94.) If I have girls one day I want to name them Stori and Song.
95.) One of my favorite LOTR lines is: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box? I also love Aragorn's speech.
96.) One of my favorite Narnia lines is: FOR NARNIA AND FOR ASLAN!
97.) I watch Spongebob and The Clone Wars. (Yes, I'm a geek.)
98.) I say Namarie for goodbye.
99.) My favorite Tolkien quote is: "He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship." (Talking about Legolas)
100.) I am now done!

Blog the Second

Greetings all!

I have created a secondary blog! Here's a link...

http://ladylegolas.blogspot.com/

MUSIC

As you can see...I now have a playlist! There's Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rings, and, did I mention Lord of the Rings? There's even Lord of the Rings on Broadway...the one that says Legolas is singing. :D

So enjoy!!!

Just a thought,

Flinn

Well...

I didn't get the part. But strangely, I'm really glad I didn't! I have been involved in a different play for 2 months now, and I seriously need a breather. But the auditions were EXTREMELY fun! Thanks for your prayers!

Prayer Request

My sister and I have an audition for a play tonight. Pray that all goes well, even if we don't get the part! It should be fun! It's A Christmas Carol, if you're curious.

STAR WARS Salvation

Ok, I know the title sounds weird, but it fits nicely to this post...

I take a theatrical sword fighting class where you learn to "act" a fight. Meaning, it's staged fighting used for plays and films. Well, every so often we in the Fellowship of Christian Swordsmen get together and perform a play with a salvation theme at churches or for the Boy Scouts or something to that effect. This time we had a STAR WARS theme. And you would be amazed at the results.

Everyone knows what STAR WARS is. Everyone has heard of Darth Vader and lightsabers. So it was no surprise that when we got on stage, dressed in Jedi garb and sporting broomstick lightsabers that hushed whispers began circulating throughout the room of elementary school kids. Our audience had been waiting for this (or so said the youth director dude at the church) for a few weeks. And so, to the blaring brass theme of the STAR WARS saga, our little play began.

It lasted maybe 45 minutes, with no mess ups (thank the King). In our version of a Jedi council (in which I was a Master..tee hee) we discussed the beliefs of one Master Ben Sal'i, a very experienced Jedi who had placed his faith in an all powerful God, believing HIM to be "the Force". In this way, we shared the Gospel with these kids. There were several different instances of teaching sprinkled throughout the play, and since it was STAR WARS, we had to add a good Jedi vs. dark Jedi melee in the end. The kids oohed and aahed over the fight, cheering their favorites. And (of course!), Good prevailed over evil.

So, after we get offstage, sweating, our crazy makeup smeared and our interesting galactic hair-dos a little deflated, the youth pastor tied up our message within the play with a short lesson. We all sat in a nearby Sunday school room and after a word with the King asking to touch the hearts of the kids, we waited.

The youth pastor comes in and speaks with our director. After a joyful laugh, she asks if the kids would like to see the fight scene again. They did, and so we lined up outside the doors to the children's theater room. But then word of what the pastor had said begins to spread down the line of actors...32 kids had come down to accept Christ!!!

God can work through any circumstance, any thing, or in this case, any play! He took a short little STAR WARS play and spoke through it to the hearts of these 32 kids. I was so happy during that extra fight scene, I don't think I looked the part of a calm, cool, and collective Jedi Master.

Praise God for HIS awesome power and majesty! Welcome to the family of God, kids!

Of Flaming Isles and God Moments

I know, random title. But there are two things on my mind right now!

First off....I am reading the Isle of Fire and I LOVE IT!!! I like it much better than the Isle of Swords. Everyone loves a good pirate tale to send your timbers shivering. Well, this one is definitely a tale to consider! READ IT AND LOVE IT!!! lol

Second off, the other night I had one of the most magnificent God moments. I was randomly pacing, just before bed, and all of a sudden I started pouring out my heart to God. I told Him everything was thinking, praised Him and His awesome deeds, and just went on and on...
Afterwards it felt like a huge load had been lifted off my chest. I felt completely refreshed in my spiritual life (although my legs were quite stiff from my fervent pacing ;) !!! ) I basically said (in far more words than this)

God, take my life and use it. Mold it. Make me who you want me to be. I am in Your most capable hands.

It felt SO GOOD!!! Praise Jehovah!!!

Just a thought.

SCHOOL!!!!! AAAAHHH!!!!

Well, school has officially begun!!! And I'm am not that thrilled, but hey. I'd rather be bored than stupid. So, it's off to Algebra, Biology, and all that other 'good' stuff for this little Elfling wannabe.

Over the course of this summer, I have been working on two fan fiction stories...a sad twist to Narnia...and Legolas being stuck in a dark cave with a large colony of Dwarves for an entire winter!!! That last one should get..interesting. :D

So, tell me, how's school?

Just a thought.

What do you fear, My Lady?

Lauren's journey home has gotten me thinking. Our lives are short, and this I have known for a while. What we do matters, and I know that as well...

But as I think on these things, I release a long hidden fear within me...

I'm not often scared of things, but one thing sends a chill down my spine...

A quote by a well known Shieldmaiden sums it up nicely.


"A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them, and all chance for valour has gone being recall or desire."


I fear being forgotten.

I have never strived to be the center of attention, and it's not that I want the praise of men.

Lauren had such a HUGE impact on people. You all should have seen the amount of mourners at her funeral. She touched the lives of so many people. She was an amazing vessel of God, sharing His love and spreading His Gospel.

I realize that my life is so...small...in the grand scheme of existance. So many have gone before me...unnoticed...their names forgotten...lost to the vacuum of time. But some...some go out with a bang.

We may not remember them, but I'm sure there were some that did something...it may not have made headline news, but their kindness or deeds left a mark on those they left behind.

I realize that I can make a difference.

I can be a blessing to those around me...be worthy of remembrance through what God does in me. I can be his hands, feet, mouth...and perhaps impact those around me.

I don't need to fight in a battle to win valour.

I can just...be me...

And through little, small, insignificant me...

God can create valour beyond imagining.


I hope I haven't rambled too much...:)

Just a thought,

Flinn

On Loosing a Friend

Wow. She was only 20. How could this happen? She was always healthy. Her family is so intuned with God. I can't believe it...

Those were some of the thoughts that flitted through my mind last night when I heard the news. You see, there is a family that my family has known for...what...maybe 7, 8 years? Anyway, they have 7 children, and one I was very close to. She, myself, and another friend made up this trio of best friends that went EVERYWHERE together. But then I had to move away, and I lost contact with her. My parents kept in touch, but as time moved on, we didn't talk as much anymore.

Well, a few days ago I was informed that my friend's oldest sister was in badly ill in an ICU room. Over the past couple of days she would get better, get worse, get better, etc. Well, yesterday, we all thought she had taken a turn for the better. She seemed to be improving. But last night, the Lord called her to His side.

I couldn't imagine the grief that family was feeling. That my friend was feeling. I myself have a sister, and can't even fathom life without her.

As my heart aches, I think about life and time. She was only 20...20! She was beautiful. She loved the Lord. Her family loved her. Her friends loved her. Her voice was amazing. She was smart. She had everything going for her....

And now, she's gone.

Life is short. It's what you do with your life that counts eternally. Now she stands in the full glory of her saviour...and I almost envy her.

Use the time you were given to serve the Lord and do His will.

That's living.


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In Memory of Lauren
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Congrats Araken!!!

Everyone give a big round of applause to Araken! His logo for the Site Logo Contest on the Door Within Forums won! Hurray!!!

In other news...I appologize for not writing that much this summer. It seems my life is not that interesting when school ends! :D

Last night at around 11 o'clock, my family gets a phone call from my uncle. My aunt has had her second child! I'm a cousin again! The baby's name is Elaina, and I cannot wait to see her! Perhaps when I get a photo I'll post it on here.

Well, that all for now...

Just a thought.

Perhaps Another Addition?

Hello my friends! I found this blog and I loved it! Check it out! I think it would make a very nice addition to our YCF group. Thanks CaptianV for the link!

teenperspectives.blogspot.com

I've Been Tagged!

I have been tagged by Caleb.

Rules: Link to the person that tagged you, post the rules somewhere in your meme, answer the questions, tag six people in your post, let the tagees know they’ve been chosen by leaving a comment on their blog, let the tagger know your entry is posted.

Who is your all-time favorite author and why? Hmm...that's so hard! I think I'd have to say J.R.R. Tolkien for introducing me into his amazing Middle-earth. And the Elves that inhabit it...lol.

Who was your first favorite author and why? I believe it was Lucy Maud Montgomery for Anne of Green Gables. I still love those books!

Who is the most recent addition to your list of favorite authors, and why? Probably Sharon Hinck for The Restorer Series. I've just started The Kingdom Series, and so far I like them. Perhaps Chuck Black could go in this spot as well.

If someone asked you who your favorite authors were right now, which authors would first pop out of your mouth? Frodo and Bilbo Baggins (a.k.a. Tolkien) :), C.S. Lewis, Wayne Thomas Batson, a good friend of mine who is currently writing a story of her own (you know who you are, Frodo), and from the Bible, either John or Solomon.

I tag...
Indina
Madi
Saved Monster

Some LOTR Humor

You guys have probably seen these before, but I thought they were funny! Some of them are kind of cheesy though. I thought it was time for a little humor, so here it is! A side of Lord of the Rings we've never seen before...

Caption: I wish these darn Elf Scouts would stop trying to get their Help-An-Old-Man-Over-A-Mountain Badge!

Sorry, that one was a bit hard to read...

An Update and a Request

Wow! I haven't written in a while. Shame be upon me! Well, there isn't much to say, except that I've been going to this dance camp up 'till today and I've been hip-hopping my backside off! I am so sore I probably look like an 80 year old lady hobbling around. Also, I'm STILL not done with school, so let's hope by the end of the week I can finish. I'm so close to getting done I can hear the sound of my text books closing for good. By the way, if you don't mind, could you guys pray for me? I'm beginning to realize I'll have to grow up someday and to be frank, it's rather scary. I have no clue where God is calling me. Please pray I'll find direction. Thanks! I'll try to post some trip pics soon!

My Vacation

I must apologize for not being on here in so long! I'm on vacation! We went to Williamsburg, VA and that was really fun. The town was neat! Being a real American Revolution buff, it was great! Then we went to Yorktown, another YES! Then Jamestown. On the way out we went to Mount Vernon, G. Washinton's home and it was gorgeous! Now I am in Washington D.C.! Day one I went to the Lincoln Memorial and it was so big! I never thought it was that huge! Also saw the Reflecting Pool and the Washington Monument. Day two we toured the Capitol Building and the Pentagon. We also hit the Library of Congress, but sadly the Reading Room was closed. :( And today we got a tour of the White House! REALLY neat. Just after that we went to National Archives and saw the Declaration of Independence, The Constitution, The Bill of Rights...etc. I could hear the National Treasure theme song in my head the whole time! Well, that's my update. Gtg!

Attention Shelby!

If you can possibly meet me at or around Williamsburg in the next 5 days or so, PM me on The Door Within Forum A.S.A.P. I'm not sure if I will have internet access, so speed is required! Thanks!

Juan

I may have already posted this, but here is John 3:16 in Spanish. Forgive the lack of proper punctuation.

Juan 3:16
Porque de tal manera amo Dios al mundo; que a dado a su hijo unigenito; para que todo aquel que en el cree, no se pierda mas tenga vida eterna.

I believe that's write. Correct me if I'm wrong!

Just a thought,

Flinn

A New Pole!

Greetings friends!

Ok, I'm probably driving all of you made with my infernal Prince Caspianess, but here's another pole! Tell me what you thought of the scene, or explain if I've missed your favorite.

Prince Caspian

Well, I saw it and I have just one word to say: AMAZING!!!

I loved it! Totally better fight scenes, tons of action shots, and the duel...ah. The heavenly duel. Although it is kind of painful. I loved it!

Peter was rather sarcastic and a bit bitter in the beginning and a little bit in the middle, but I didn't mind so much, because he reminded me of Peter in the Bible. In Prince Caspian, Peter comes back thinking that he will be in charge again, and sort of leaves Aslan out of the picture. He ends up falling flat on his face and messes some major things up, and he finally sees in the end that it is Aslan that is really behind victory. At first, he only shouts: For Narnia! But by the end he's proclaiming, For Aslan. Peter in the Bible often got a big head about things it seemed. He too was over-zealous, always jumping into things. And then he would fall and come crawling back to Christ again.

Just a thought,

Flinn

WOOT!!!

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: PRINCE CASPIAN IS HERE!!! I'M SEEING IT AT 3:30! HUZZAH!

I'm Having a Thought Here

Any of you guys live in or around Williamsburg, VA or Washington D.C.? If so, perhaps we could meet! My family is going on vacation there. Anyone?

My Turn!

I am going to do random facts about myself! Here goes!

I am rather short...the shortest in my family, and I'm the oldest!

I have sandy-brown hair that's more blond than brown.

I have sometimes hazel, sometimes just green or brown, sometimes blue, eyes. Just call me an Elf! lol

I am writing a book and five short stories at the moment.

I love fantasy and movies!!!

My favorite color is green.

I take a theatrical swordsclass. Huzzah! :)

I speak a little Sindarin (Mae Govannen!)

I love the woods with a strange passion, and could live in it probably.

My favorite actors are Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, and Reese Witherspoon (kinda). Not to mention the four Pevensie actors.

I was saved at the age of 7.

Well, that's all for now I believe! Perhaps more later.

Just a thought!

Flinn

Poor Harry

So, I finally saw the third Spidy and it did not end how I wanted it to. Bummer about Harry! Bummer for M.J. and Peter too. It has to be my favorite out of all of them though. And for those of you interested Narniaweb has two full scenes from Prince Caspian for your pleasure!

Just a thought,

Flinn

Guess

More Prince Caspian pics! And I heard something about Harry in Spidey 3. Something about an explosion and impalement. Hopefully they are unfounded. Anyway, hope you enjoy these! And as a side note, in Spanish

class we are learning Romans 5:8. I'll

compose it here when I learn it.

Just a thought,

Flinn

Mae Govannen!

Sorry, random title, and sorry I haven't been on for a few days! My brain couldn't come up with anything to write about. So, today is just an off-the-wall, whatever comes to my mind day.

Started Deuteronomy yesterday and so far, it's just recapping over their journey. But so far I am enjoying it. I love Joshua, so I really can't wait to get to him!

Saw Spider-man 2 for the first time yesterday. Very interesting, and now I must see the third one. I wish Harry didn't go bad though. Or Peter. Humph.

Wrote a lot of Elvish today, just random words. I hope to begin learning it in earnest soon!

Home alone tonight, because my sis has dance recital pictures and my dad's still at work.

And finally, 16 days and counting until Prince Caspian!

Just a thought (or five),

Flinn

New Trailer Pics

I know you guys are probably SO sick of my Prince Caspianess, but I CAN'T HELP IT!!! Here are a few more shots from the latest trailer... and some others.

Just a thought,

Flinn

Today in Flinn's World

Hello my friends!

Thanks for your comments. You guys rock!

The Door Within Forum is back online! WHOOT!!! Another whoot, I just finished reading the book of Numbers! I have been trying the read the whole Bible because I realized there are some books I've never looked into. So I will be starting on Deuteronomy tomorrow.

At this moment, I am reading on my spare time The Ranger's Apprentice: The Battle for Skandia, and Halt (for those of you who haven't read it, he's the teacher/master dude for Will, the apprentice) is in a very sticky situation right now. I hope he gets out of it soon and unharmed!

I saw the movie 10,000 B.C. last night. My opinion: don't waste your time or money. It's just OK, and there is a lot of ancestry/ indian spirit worship stuff in it. Ick.

I hope you all have a good day!

Just a thought,
Flinn

My Grandfather

First off, I want to thank you guys for your prayers. It's good to have people lifting you up. I really appreciate you guys!

Second of all, I am semi-sad, semi-proud to say that he passed away this morning. It was rather sudden, but I'm not all that sad about it, because I am absolutely sure that at this moment he is in heaven right now. And, I'm almost positive that the first thing he did was rush into the arms of his Lord. But the second thing was run straight to my grandmother's arms and swing her around in a giant bear hug.

Last night, I was kind of thinking about my grandmother, and thinking over the last day with her. The last thing I told her was that I loved her. I believe that's the last thing I told him too, besides perhaps a short phone call wondering if my mom was home. Yesterday my mom went to visit him at the hospital and when she left, my grandfather said,
"Tell them girls I love them." My mom replied, "Ok, I will, Dad."
"Don't you forget," he pressed.
"I will, Dad!" And then my mom left.

So, since I know that he's in heaven right now, it's not that hard to let him go. I feel, once again, thrown into Aidan's shoes, and now I mirror his thoughts...

"It's ok Mom," said Aidan. It's ok.

Flinn

Prayer, Please

My grandfather is not doing very well tonight. In the space of two days, his breathing, thought function, and just spirits have gone down. Please pray for healing, but if it is his time to go, please pray that my family and I would be prepared for the worst. Thanks.

Flinn

OH!!!

I found this the other day, and to all you Will Turner fans, this should make you happy about Pirates 3. This is an actual post from one of the writers of the films, talking about what becomes of him and Elizabeth....



Pretty close ...
Posted by Terry on Wednesday, 23 May 2007, at 12:31 p.m., in response to Re: Ah, that Davy Jones curse thing ..., posted by curious mate on Wednesday, 23 May 2007, at 8:55 a.m.
I don't know that I would say, "forbidden." There might be some story to be told where Elizabeth manages to make a trip to the land of the dead, with the help of someone, etc., etc., to find Will, etc.
But the basic requirement is that Will agrees captain the Flying Dutchmen (in return for what the film reveals) and that he can step on land but once every ten years, and that at any time, if he finds a love that is true (this is part of the original Flying Dutchman opera by the way) then his attachment to the ship is broken.



Just a thought,

Flinn

A New Poll!

Choices, choices, choices! The Hobbit, The Door Within, or Prince Caspian first? Only one answer! It was hard for me to choose...really hard. What's your vote? Let me know!

Just a thought,

Flinn

More story...almost done!

Hang on! The story's almost done.



King Thranduil, Bard, Mithrandir, Dain, and Bilbo all sat at a long table in the Elvenking’s tent. The Battle had been won, but barely. The Eagles had left their home in pursuit of the Goblin horde and had swept down upon them like a sudden storm. If not for their exploits, the fight would have surely been lost. Thorin too, with the rest of his group, had left the Mountain and joined in the battle, but he himself had been slain, along with a few from his company. Gandalf’s arm had been badly gouged, but could easily be mended. Keirdron’s body had been found among the dead, shot through with a poisoned Goblin arrow. But there had been no sight nor sound of Legolas since the first onslaught, and the King was beginning to worry.
A few serving Elves brought in some bread and wine, which was downed with little enthusiasm. None spoke, and if they did it was in hushed tones. Thranduil was wondering what could have happened to his only son. Bard pondered the sudden resolve of the held-up Dwarves in the Mountain. The mind of a wizard is one that cannot be breached. Dain was tallying off the dead of his army, and little Bilbo was envisioning his feather mattress back at home, and a warm fire, and a full plate of eggs and bacon, with a side of toast.
Suddenly there was a great murmuring outside the tent. The voices of many surprised men and woeful Elves were heard. Mithrandir looked up slowly. King Thranduil followed his gaze. What could it mean? thought the Elvenking. There was an unspoken agreement that they all wished to find out, so without a word the group got up and exited the tent. All except Bilbo, who was rather exhausted and had fallen asleep at the table, a slice of cheese in his hand. The sky was still dark, and the stars were gone, but the moon shone out palely behind the clouds. A figure was staggering up the path towards them. He was cloaked, but his hood had fallen back, revealing a youthful face and shining brown eyes. He seemed to be carrying a heavy load, for another shape was in his arms, and his steps were slow and deliberate. The figure stumbled once, but kept on. As the stranger drew closer, Thranduil cried out, and ran to the approaching person. Mithrandir, studying him with narrow eyes, called to him.
"Aragorn! Of all the unlooked for guests, you I must say, are one of the most pleasant."
Elessar stood before them, with the Elvenking close at his side. Gandalf had been smiling, a rare gift from a wizard, but the grin vanished as quickly as it had come. For in the arms of the Ranger was the body of an Elf. His clothes were slashed and soaked with blood and some of the crimson liquid stained the side of his face. Around his neck was a golden chain dripping with red, holding a Greenleaf charm. And in the center, the image of the Evenstar shone brightly in the darkness around them.
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Warmth. There was something hot nearby. The smell of burning wood and a pronounced popping sound every so often. Pain. A burning sensation and a deep throbbing. Breathing was hazardous, for it sent out a new wave of soreness. Light. A yellowish-golden light that grew brighter as he opened his eyes. For a moment he stared at nothing, but soon his eyes began to focus. He was in a royal tent by the look of the furniture, and a fire blazed in a small hearth nearby. It danced in the way flames do, twisting and lapping at the air around it. Suddenly that same deep throbbing pain erupted in his chest. He breathed out sharply and took in a shuddering breath. A firm hand was placed on his shoulder. The darkness blocked his vision again and his head began to swim. Then the pain dulled, and slowly, the black was turned to grey, and then that yellow-gold. A shadow passed above him and his glanced drifted slowly upward. Elessar stood over him, examining his face. The grim Ranger mouthed some words but no sound followed. Then gradually, as if somewhere within him something turned up the volume in his head, he made out the voice.
"Can you hear me, Legolas?"
The Elf swallowed and his throat felt thick. He tried to speak, but the words caught inside him. Instead, he nodded painfully. Elessar knelt next to him and placed a stained rag to his head. Another wave of throbbing. Why was it that healing sometimes hurt worse than the wound itself? Legolas struggled to regain his voice. All that came out were two words.
"...my father."
"Your father is safe," said a deep voice from the corner. Mithrandir stepped forward into the light. "He left with Bard to settle the matter of the gold owed to Esgaroth. You, on the other hand did not come out so lucky as he."Legolas looked quizzically around him.
"You are in your father’s tent," said Gandalf as if reading his thoughts. "You were brought back here by Aragorn last night, and here it is night again. You’ve slept the whole day away!"
"Do you have any memory of the battle?" asked Elessar.
"Yes," he replied quietly. "At least...I think so." Aragorn replaced the bandage on his chest. Legolas sucked in air through gritted teeth.
"What does one expect when they meet up with the business end of a Goblin axe?" asked Elessar, fastening the bandage. "That demon was about to add you to the list of casualties."
"I owe you my life," said Legolas. "Arwen is truly blessed to have your affection." Aragorn’s grim expression softened a little at the thought of the Elven maiden.
"I do not deserve it," he said quietly. "She is far more than I could ever hope for." Legolas smiled weakly. Arwen had chosen well. The darkness was beginning to dim his vision again, but this time it was inviting and warm. He was safe, with friends around him, and he fell into a deep, refreshing sleep, his mind’s slumbering eye wandering beneath the trees of his homeland and to the stars above them.

Newer Prince Caspian Pics!

I am SO stoked about this upcoming movie! And it looks like they are keeping one thing that I really wanted them to pull from the book. Aslan getting bigger as the children get older. So without further ado...

More Story...sorry.

The next day dawned cold and grey. Legolas stepped out of his tent and gazed at the sky: a mass of clouds, no sun. He made his way through the maze of tents that spread out that way and this and headed towards the river. But before he got there the cry of a messenger was heard throughout the camp. An army of Dwarves was seen heading towards the mountain, and their leader appeared to be Dain. The force boasted of axes and iron caps, and they looked ready for battle. The call to arms was heard next, and the sound of it sent a sharp pang of thrilling excitement through his body. It was time. The battle for the mountain would begin soon. In his heart he had been longing for the day, and when it came, such a fire was lit within him that you could see the light of it shining in his eyes. The army lined up, and Legolas joined his father at the front line. Bard and Bilbo went out to meet the approaching branch of the large Dwarf army. Not much of what was said Legolas could hear, but the duo returned soon.

"Well, what did they say?"asked Thranduil.
"In a polite way," said Bilbo, "they basically told us ‘You have no business here; we are going on, so make way or we shall fight you!’"
"But for the moment their attack is stayed," said Bard. "I will send a messenger up the mountain to see if the payment in gold is there as promised. Then I will leave this desolate place and gladly!" So a scout was sent back up the Mountain. But when he returned, his arm was soaked with blood.
"What happened?" Thranduil called.
"There was no gold my lords," replied the Elf, somewhat through gritted teeth. "Only arrows."
Bard was furious.
"We attack, and attack swiftly! Before they can be rested from their march. Let us set upon them!" The fire of battle leaped up in Legolas’ heart.
"Long will I tarry, ere I begin a war for gold," replied Thranduil. "Let us wait while–"
Suddenly a great shout was heard from the east. While the Men and Elves had debated, the Dwarves had seized the opportunity. With a roaring battle cry they charged forward. Arrows began whizzing towards and around the armies of Mirkwood and Lake Town. It wouldn’t be long; Legolas drew his two knives, spinning them each twice in succession. Even more suddenly, a darkness suddenly covered the sky. In winter the cover overhead was dark, but something else hurried across it. Lightning flashed at the top of the Mountain. Whatever the darkness was, it was coming their way and coming fast.
"Halt!!!" came a voice from behind. Suddenly Gandalf rushed forward. He stood between the two armies and held his hands aloft. "Halt! Dread has come upon you all! Alas! it has come more swiftly than I guessed. The Goblins are upon you! Bolg of the North is coming, O Dain! whose father you slew in Moria. Behold! the bats are above his army like a sea of locusts. They ride upon wolves and Wargs are in their train!"
Goblins? Bats? Wargs? How did those horrid creatures hear of this? The thoughts whirled in everyone’s head, but there was no time. Mithrandir called Dain to join the Men and Elves and fight off this new army that had arisen, and as there was no time to argue, he did so speedily. The Dwarves all formed ranks among the other two armies and prepared for the coming storm. The huge cloud of bats blotted out most of the remaining light from the sun, making things even more confusing.
"To the Mountain! To the Mountain while there is still time!" called Bard. With great haste, the armies moved all around the base, arrayed themselves accordingly, and readied their weapons. The Elves were on one side, the Dwarves on one, and the Men on another. The Goblin army came ever nearer. As soon as they were within range, a volley was released, but the darkness above them caused many shots to go astray. Legolas’ heart was pounding. The time was ripe, the enemy before them. With great ferocity, he twirled his knives faster and faster. Adrenalin surged through him, and he bounced slightly from foot to foot, awaiting the signal. Finally, the moment came. Keirdron came forward, and in a loud voice shouted out the call: "CARRIO*!!" With a great shout, the armies of Mirkwood charged forward. Legolas raced on like one of his own arrows released from the string. In a few more paces, the battle would begin. He was close enough to see the ugly face of the nearest Goblin, who shrieked loudly at him, his jagged sword raised. Then...clash!! The whole force surged into the ranks of the yrch*. Legolas slashed his knives before him, and the first creature fell, screaming. He ducked a blow to the head and came from behind, driving both tips deep into the back of another. Black blood spurted out and covered the Elf’s hands, but that mattered little to him. With one knife he sliced the throat of an opponent, and with the second he swiped the legs out from under another. After the initial onslaught of the Eldar began, a cry was heard from behind, and down charged Dain and Bard, their armies behind them. The combined forces pushed foward. The Goblins were beginning to route the field. A smile crossed Legolas’ face, but then disappeared. A shrill cry rang out from above. A vast majority of the cursed yrch* had scaled the sides of the mountain, and were firing down upon the armies below. Any who tried to climb up after them found an arrow in their chest and met a very unpleasant end by falling back down to the earth. Any thought of victory vanished. They had only stemmed the first tide.
A swirling, swarming mass of Elves, Men, Goblins, and Dwarves suddenly surged around Legolas. It was absolute organized chaos. Suddenly, a body slammed into the Elf’s back. He turned to find a dwarf, brandishing his axe at a Warg nearby. The short, stubby figure had obviously not even noticed that he had run into another. But then, it was hard to tell in all of the confusion. The young-looking Dwarf had a iron cap on his head and his face almost disappeared in the mass of his red, braided beard.
"Come on!" it was the gruff voice of the Dwarf. "Bring your pretty face to my axe!" Then, from somewhere nearby, another deep voice called:
"Gimli! Get your sorry hide over here. You’re axe is needed at the front!" Gimli growled.
"This isn’t the last you’ll hear of me," he called to the Warg. He turned around and once again smacked into Legolas.
"Watch where you're going, pointy ear!" he growled. Then he sauntered off.
Dwarves, Legolas said beneath his breath.
The Goblins reformed their lines and sent their Wargs out before them. They came fast and full of fury, and it was all Legolas could do to keep them at bay with his arrows. Soon, the armies were overrun. The Elf spotted Bard a little ways away. Through the blur of bodies in motion, it was hard to tell what exactly the state of their combined armies were. Legolas spied Gandalf, and although his arm bled, he seemed none the worse for ware. Dain was putting up a fair struggle with a giant of a Warg, but he was too far off for Legolas’ shafts to be of any help.
Keirdron had been killed in the second assault. That left...
Legolas searched this way and that for his father, but could not find him. A sword swung down at him, but he blocked it with crossed knives and sent the foul creature into eternity. He fought his way to a high point at the very feet of the mountain and sought for a better look. The bats swarmed the heights now, and an strange darkness covered the sun, making it even more difficult to see. But with his keen Elven eyes, Legolas spotted at the far end of the field his father, surrounded by the last of the Elf lords, who were bound to protect their king at all costs. But one by one, they were being picked off, and soon the Goblins would reach Thranduil. A new fear shot through the Elf prince. And a new anger and hatred. With a great cry he charged once more into the fray of battle. His onslaught was fierce and terrible. It looked as though the fire in his soul was carried to his knives, for they seemed to be devoured in a white flame. Left and right he cut down his enemies. He would not let his father die. Not while he himself still lived. His attack was stayed as Goblins suddenly crowded the area around him. From every side, every angle, they came at him with all they had; swords, spears, arrows and axes. It was all Legolas could do to dodge, block and parry. He was close now, so close that he could see the fear that marked the Elf lords’ faces. With all his might he tried to fight his way through the swarm of bodies, but every time they filled in with more. At the edge of his hearing, he caught a sound. A voice. It was shouting something, and it was coming from his right. What was it saying? Through the chaos around him he strained to hear the words. Then, very faintly he caught the last of it.
"Elendil!!!" it cried. It was followed by the sound of metal against metal. Legolas knew the voice, but somehow he couldn’t place it. But soon the sound was fitted with a figure, for out of the mass of black shapes a person in a grayish-green cloak surged towards the Elven King and his defenders. His clothes were tattered and dirty, his youthful face marked with stubble, and deep brown eyes could just be seen beneath the hood. Legolas slashed hard at the giant of a Goblin before him. A renewed sense of joy mingled with worry filled his heart. Once more he fought forward, his knives swinging. The cloaked figure caught sight of the approach of the Elf out of the corner of his eye and turned. And at once Legolas was sure of the face.
"Eles—" but the Elf’s cry was cut short. A sudden sharp pain gashed across his chest, and the words caught in his throat. The knives dropped from his hands, and it seemed that everything moved in slow motion. He tried to take in a breath and got a raspy, unstable gasp in return. His vision blurred and his hands went absently to the source of the pain. They came back completely covered in dripping red. Blood. His own blood. Another huge Goblin had come forward while his attention had been turned. Now, Legolas looked into it’s slant-eyed face, then to it’s dripping axe. His legs gave way and he slammed to his knees. His breaths were becoming ragged and were beginning to sound wet. A sudden cough seized him and he spit out the blood that came to his mouth. Through the mass of ever darkening bodies around him, Legolas caught another glimpse of the man he had recognized. He was desperately pushing towards the Elf, slashing his sword left and right.
"Elessar," Legolas whispered. He felt another blow, this one to the side of his head. Warm liquid began to run down his face. A pair of strong arms grabbed the Elf and pulled him back before he would have fallen forward. The last thing Legolas saw was the brooding face of a jeering Goblin. Then everything fell into darkness.

Worship

Ok, I'm taking a break from the story (I can hear you guys cheering through the screen) to talk about a SAGE girls conference I went to this weekend. The leaders were so on fire for God, the topics hit home, and the worship...aah. It was amazing. Imagine yourself in this huge church building, the lights are dimmed. It's around 9 at night, and the sound of about a thousand female voices are raised in songs of praise to the King. I found myself on my knees, tears streaming. I felt HIS presence all around me, and felt HIS power in the pulsing beat if the drums. I felt utterly wicked before HIM, and utterly blessed. I was so happy afterwards; a burden that I didn't know was there was lifted off my shoulders. It was amazing.

Just a thought.

Third Installment...sorry, it's a long tale.

Several weeks had passed since the dramatic escape of the dwarves. A few of the rafters had returned and reported seeing them in the Lake Town. But the King did not send for a host to retrieve them. For word of their mission had spread to Mirkwood as well.
"If my guess it correct, they will get their due reward in the end," said the King to Legolas. The two were in the King’s private chamber.
"You believe their quest will end in failure?" asked Legolas. "They certainly slipped past our guards unnoticed. Perhaps they can avoid the gaze of the dragon as well."
"I am doubtful," replied the King. "But with the dwarves stirring him up, we can expect trouble from the wyrm. We must be ready."
Thranduil was right. For word soon came that the Lake Town had been ravaged by the evil dragon Smaug, killing several inhabitants, and burning their town to a smouldering pile of rubble in the river bed. But the report also told of how one man by the name of Bard had killed the dragon and thereby saved many more lives.
"The time is now ripe," said the King in a royal council one day. "We will supply aid to the poor souls of Lake Town, but our armies will also be assembled, for much of the treasure in that mountain was taken from myself and my people. And knowing the nature of Dwarves, we will be in for a fight, be it verbal or physical, when it comes to gold and jewels." So without another word, the armies of Mirkwood were assembled and armed, food and supplies were readied, and the finest of the Woodland Realm’s craftsmen were assembled. Legolas, for the first time in many years, strapped on his own personal armor and his best bow and quiver. His two knives, which had been a gift from Elrond, he brought also. He was ready for battle, ready for adventure, ready to move. Something within him had been stirring for many years, and as soon as he took his first step out the great doors of the Hall, it was released. The world beyond was calling to him, and he was prepared for whatever came his way. Be it 13 Dwarves or a thousand dragons, a fire had lit inside him that would not be quenched. Behind him, row upon row of glittering spears shone in the sunlight that made it’s way through the deep branches. Swords and bows were also at the ready. Beside him rode his father, King Thranduil and the gon or commander of the armies of Mirkwood, Keirdron. Before him, loomed the prospect of battle. And the prospect was thrilling.
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After a few days the company of Elves left the shelter of the woods and arrived at the camping place of the refugees of the Lake Town. It was a sad sight. Mothers coddled babes and held their children close. Men searched the surrounding area for wood or food with little success, for all around them the vegetation was burned. Some were ill, others, wounded. Every face spoke of hardship and fear. Even Legolas’ restless heart was stirred with pity towards these unfortunate folk.
As soon as the Silvan people rode in the midst of them, many faces brightened. The packs of supplies were unloaded almost immediately and within a week and a half homes were built and food was restored. The men of the camp worked heartily, the thought of their families driving them forward. For winter was coming soon. The breeze began to speak of it in hushed whispers of cold that was more heard than felt by Legolas. After a suitable living place was well on it’s way to being established once more, the Elven King began making plans with the man behind the killing of the dragon, one called Bard. The Dwarves, in all probability, had met their due end by the fire or claws of Smaug, and a great deal of treasure was now to be had at the top of the mountain. So quickly and eagerly, the men of Lake Town secured their homes, made ready, and together with the Elves of Mirkwood marched forward into the desolate lands before them.
Not two days later, the great host of Elves and Men camped on the other side of the river, and now sat practically on the toes of the Lonely Mountain. Legolas, not much used to the banter of the human race and not understanding some of it, found himself wandering in the dark along the riverbank, away from the lights and the noise. Now that the cursed dragon was not puffing out huge clouds of smoke, the night sky was plainly visible. The stars shone out unusually brightly, now that the trees did not cover the view. Catching sight of one star that shone out the clearest, Legolas’ thoughts turned to Arwen and Elessar. Where was that scraggly Ranger? He could be anywhere in Middle-earth, and only you would see him, O Giliath,* Legolas thought to himself. The Elf’s gaze drifted to the river before him, glassy, reflecting the star’s light. Only the slightest ripple waved in the water. Footsteps sounded in the grass behind him, but he did not turn. He would enjoy the stillness of the scene before him for as long possible. A hand rested on his shoulder. Legolas turned. It was Bard.
"What is it that this Elf sees in the stars above besides their beauty?" he asked. "For your mind is not just upon them, is it?"
"You judge correctly," Legolas replied, "but of what my mind's eye lingers on I wish not to speak."
"Very well," said the man. "Then will you not come and join us around the fire?" Legolas slowly nodded his consent. The man smiled broadly. "Come." Legolas followed, grumbling a little to himself in his own tongue. Why is it that men always feel they need to be in the company of others? I find joy in solitude and quiet, not the carousing and noise of a group. Nevertheless, he went with Bard to the fireside.
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The next day dawned early. A company of Elvish bowmen and a few men of the Lake Town were dispatched to find an entrance into the mountain and find out what they could. Late that afternoon they returned. Their report was not what anyone had expected. They had found a way into the mountain by some falls at one side, but a wall had been constructed to hinder their passage. As the group had whispered amongst themselves of what to do, a voice had sounded from behind the barrier. It had yelled out: "Who are you, that come as if in war to the gates of Thorin, son of Thrain, King under the Mountain, and what do you desire?" Startled and very surprised, the company had returned without a word, awaiting orders.
After a little conference of sorts, the armies were moved to the east side of the river, and that night was filled with the songs and mirth of the Elves. Legolas reveled in some of the tales that were sung, and as they told of the valor of the Eldar and their exploits in the wars over the years, a pride swelled within him. Battle seemed ever nearer, and he was ready for it.
In the morning, Legolas, along with his father, Bard, and a company of spearmen set out up the mountain. It felt good to have his bow and knives with him, but he despised the cumbersome shield he had to carry with the emblem of Mirkwood emblazoned upon it. As soon as a battle started, he would loose it for sure, for it hindered his ability to grab a quick shaft. When they reached the falls, it was just as the earlier group had said. A roughly hewn wall was laid up to the very ceiling of the mouth of the opening. And the same words were uttered from behind the barrier. Bard strode forward. "Hail, Thorin!" he said, "Why do you fence yourself like a robber in his hold? We are not yet foes, and we rejoice that you are alive beyond our hope. We came expecting to find none living here; yet now that we are met there is a matter for a parley and a council." A moment later, the voice, presumably of Thorin, sounded again.
"Who are you and of what would you parley?"
Bard then went on to tell of his slaying the dragon and of the gold and treasure that was stolen from his ancestors and now sat in the mountain. Also, he told of the burning of the Lake Town, and wished that their share be returned to him to help rebuild. After a long silence, the muffled voice of Thorin spoke.
"You put your worst cause last and in the chief place. To the treasure of my people no man has a claim, because Smaug who stole it from us also robbed him of life or home. The treasure was not his that his evil deeds should be amended with a share of it. The price of the goods and the assistance that we received of the Lake-Men we will fairly pay–in due time. But nothing will we give, not even a loaf’s worth, under threat of force. While an armed force lies before our doors, we look on you as foes and thieves. It is in my mind to ask what share of their inheritance you would have paid to our kindred, had you found the horde unguarded and us slain."
"A just question," replied Bard. "But you are not dead, and we are not robbers. Moreover the wealthy may have pity beyond right on the needy that befriended them when they were in want. And still my other claims remain unanswered."
The parley went on for some time, with many a gruff comment towards the Elves and Men from behind the wall, but in the end, the Dwarf would not give in. So, with the threat of return, the company left. Several hours later, Legolas found himself back at the opening in the cave mouth. A trumpeter blast and the Elven Prince stepped forward.
"In the name of Esgaroth and the Forest, we speak unto Thorin, Thrain’s son Oakenshield, calling himself the King under the Mountain, and we bid him consider well the claims that have been urged, or be declared our foe. At the least, he shall deliver one twelfth portion of the treasure unto Bard, as a dragon-slayer, and as the heir of Girion. From that portion Bard will himself contribute to the aid of Esgaroth; but if Thorin would have the friendship and honor of the lands about, as his sires had of old, then he will give also somewhat of his own for the comfort of the men of the Lake." Legolas had only just finished saying this when out from an unseen hole shot an arrow. It smote with a clang into his shield. Wrath flared up within the Elf. Those cursed stiff-necked Dwarves care for not but their own purse! he thought angrily. He threw down the shield and reached for his own bow, but before he could get to it, a hand clasped firmly around his wrist, and he found his arm thrust down to his side.
"Stay your anger," his father said in the fair Elven speech."The time for it will soon come, but it has not yet." Biting his tongue, Legolas nodded. Then, regaining his composure, continued.
"Since such is your answer, I declare the Mountain besieged. You shall not depart from it, until you call on your side for a truce and a parley. We will bear no weapons against you, but we leave you to your gold. You may eat that, if you will!" It was an embittered company that descended the mountain that afternoon.
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That night Thranduil, Bard, and Legolas sat by one fire in the King’s tent, contemplating what to do about the stubborn Dwarves in the mountain. It was a rather chilly night, so most of the camp’s inhabitants sat quietly around their own warm embers.
"At least now we have Mithrandir," said Legolas, mostly to himself. The wizard had appeared earlier that day and was met with great enthusiasm. Presently, the sound of approaching persons was heard, and suddenly before them stood two Elven scouts, guiding a very cold looking and very wet...Hobbit.
"Good heavens!" cried Bard with a start.
"We found him crossing the river from the mountain side, my lord," said the first scout.
"I’m not sure what harm he could do though," replied the second.
"Tell me," Thranduil asked the small shivering creature before him. "What is a Halfling from the Shire doing this far from home? I have never known your people to be found of traveling, and by the look of you you have done a great deal of it."
"Th-th-that is a l-long t-tale, sir," said the Hobbit through chattering teeth. Seeing the poor thing’s plight, Thranduil excused the scouts, and invited the Halfling to draw near to the fire and get warm. After a while, he explained some of the basic elements of his adventure with the Dwarves, and that he was to be granted a fourteenth share of the treasure. He said what they all guessed about that the stubborn son-of-a-goat up in the mountain, that would sit on his gold and starve, rather than give any of it away, for such is the nature of Dwarves. But the wet little creature before them then offered an alternative. Suddenly he drew forth something that none of the three around him ever expected to see...the Arkenstone, the Heart of the Mountain. A diamond sphere that shone as if it held moonlight within it, and without a word, he handed it to Bard. After a great deal of explaining and prompting, Bard accepted the gift, and because the Hobbit, who was called Bilbo, wished to return to his friends, the King sent after him, with many a blessing, an escort to be sure he made it back to the river. After he had gone, the three still stood in wondering amazement.
"For one so small, he had a lot of pluck to do such a thing," said Bard.
"Indeed he did," replied Thranduil. "A Halfling just stayed a war when we ‘big folk’ as they call us, could not."
"Remarkable," Bard replied. Legolas nodded.
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Once again a new day arrived, and the Elven prince found himself once more ascending the Mountain with a company of twenty others, including Bard and Thranduil. Mithrandir also joined them, carrying the Arkenstone in a chest before them. Just as they reached the opening the group laid down spear, bow, and sword, and then approached. Bard called out to the inhabitants. There was a speedy reply.
"My mind does not change with the rising and setting of a few suns," called Thorin. "Did you come to ask me idle questions? Still the Elf-host has not departed as I bade! Till then you come in vain to bargain with me."
"Is there nothing for which you would yield any of your gold?" asked Bard.
"Nothing that you or your friends have to offer," replied the Dwarf hotly.
"What of the Arkenstone of Thrain?" asked Bard. There was a long stunned silence within the cave. Then the wrath of Thorin raged.
"That stone was my father’s and is mine! Why should I purchase my own? But how came you by the heirloom of my house—if there be need to ask such a question from thieves."
"We are not thieves," Bard answered. "Your own we will give back in return for our own."
"How came you by it?!" shouted the Dwarf. He appeared at the top of the wall. His face was bright red.
"I gave it to them!" a voice squeaked from the other side of the wall. All turned and saw it was Bilbo. Thorin looked up suddenly and grabbed the poor Hobbit, yelling so much so fast that it was hard to comprehend what he was saying, even for the Men. The Dwarf shook the Hobbit like a rabbit and was about to toss him over the wall shouting, "I wish Gandalf were here! Curse him for his choice of you!"
"Stay! Your wish is granted!" shouted Mithrandir, coming forward. Many hot words were exchanged, but in the end, the Hobbit was released. Thorin, in a rage, excused Bilbo from the Mountain and from his share, and sent him down to join the party below. After a bitter argument, it was decided that the gold and silver would be repaid, but until that time, the Arkenstone would stay with Bard. Bilbo climbed down and began to leave with the rest of the party. As he left, the small creature cried out to those behind him,
"Farewell! We may meet again as friends."
After a few choice words from Thorin and the announcement that the Dwarves had until the following day to give up their share, the party went down again into the valley.

More Fan Fiction

Here's the next part of my Legolas fan fiction story. Here goes!

The merriment around him pulled Legolas from his thoughts. His father once again stood for a toast. But before he could utter a word, the intruder appeared again. He rushed into the middle of the musicians and ran towards the King. Instantly the lights went out, the food was taken up, and the party moved on once more.
"‘Tis a sad day when one cannot enjoy a feast in his own homeland," said one Elf to another.
"‘Tis indeed," said the other, "but I am beginning to tire of this disruption. I say the next time, we..." But his thought was cut short, for the lights were lit once more, the table spread, and the songs begun once more. Legolas once again sat at right hand of his father.
"You are troubled, are you not?" asked the King. Legolas jumped as if he had been awakened by a sudden splash of water.
"A little," said Legolas.
"And what troubles you, my son?" asked Thranduil. Legolas sat silently.
"It is Arwen, and Elrond, and Elessar. It is the world, and my place in it." He shifted in his chair. "I suppose I am restless."
"Restless?"
"I want to convince Elrond of the uselessness of sending Arwen away. I wish that I could follow Elessar and keep him safe from harm. Safe from death. If he dies, I fear that Arwen will not be long in following him. I long for an adventure, something beyond the ends of Mirkwood. Something."
"Perhaps someday you will find what you seek," replied the King. He smiled warmly at his son.
"Come, bring your mind back to the feast before you, and the merriment that can be had from it." And with that he stood once more for a toast. But, not to their surprise, the intruder appeared again. But this time, when the lights went out and the feast was quickly taken up, the company stopped just a little ways into the woods.
"Let us retrace ours steps and capture this pest," said one Elf to another.
"Yes, let us," said the other, "though our feast is now officially ended." There was a disgruntled sigh and the two slunk back to the clearing. The frustrated party of Elves made their way back to the stronghold of Mirkwood. The grumbling group made their way back over the bridge and entered the great door into the kingdom. As the Elves went their separate ways, the two others whom they had left behind appeared, hauling behind them a small, but obviously important dwarf. Legolas studied him quizzically from the far end of the hall.
"Why did you three times try to attack my people at their merrymaking?" asked the King.
"I did not attack them," answered the dwarf; "I came to beg, because I was starving."
"What were you doing in the forest?"
"Looking for food and drink, because we were starving."
"But what brought you into the forest at all?" asked the King angrily. At that the dwarf shut his mouth and would not say a word more.
"Very well!" said the King. "Take him away and keep him safe, until he feels inclined to tell the truth, even if he waits a hundred years." As the dwarf was taken away, very angry and calling that he was starving, the King called his son to him.
"Bring the poor creature some food and drink, and see if he can be persuaded to talk."
Legolas nodded and went down a long hall to the food stores. He found there bread and cheese and a flask of spring water, collected them, and made his way to the dungeon. The guards had just brought the dwarf to his cell, and he seethed with anger.
"Unhand me! Release me I say! This is a nice way to treat a stranger! And one that is starving too! Let me go I say!"
Seeing Legolas approach, the guards let him in, but were quick to close the door behind him.
The dwarf looked up and studied his visitor, then seeing he was an Elf, crossed his arms and shut his mouth.
"Greetings," said Legolas, unsure of how to address a dwarf. "I have brought you some refreshment, for I heard that you were–"‘"
"Starving! Absolutely starving!"
"Yes, well," he revealed the bread and cheese and handed them to the prisoner. The dwarf’s eyes grew wide with longing for a moment, but then he scowled.
"Poisoned I’m sure," he said grudgingly.
"Certainly not!" cried Legolas. "If we were to kill you we could have done so in the woods without you even knowing we were there!" The dwarf continued to scowl for a moment, but the smell overcame his apprehension and he hastily swiped up the cheese.
"And here is some water, fresh from our own springs," said Legolas. This too was snatched from his hands.
"So, why is a dwarf such as you wandering so far from your homeland?" asked Legolas. The dwarf who had been chewing loudly, stopped short. His eyebrows furrowed and he snorted.
"Well, why? If I may ask," said the Elf.
"You may not," replied the dwarf curtly.
"Things would be a lot better for you if you spoke now and spoke the truth," said Legolas.
This time the dwarf didn’t say anything. Once again, he crossed his arms (this time with a hunk of bread in one hand and a slice of cheese in the other) and shut his mouth. Legolas sighed and shook his head.
"Curse the stiff necks of the Dwarves," he said under his breath. "Very well, and I am sorry for your sake, that you did not confess." Legolas stood and rapped on the door. The guards opened it and let him out. Then they hastily closed it again.
Legolas returned to his father and reported the behavior of their guest.
"Fool," said the King. "Very well. If it takes a hundred years, so be it, but he shall not leave until he tells the truth."
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A few days later, a company of scouts entered the throne room of the King, leading in a band of 13 very tired and very sick looking dwarves. They made no resistance and walked in a single file line, bound by the hands. Of many different ages and sizes they were, but they were dwarves nonetheless. The King saw their state and ordered that they be untied. Legolas had just entered the hall and now stood hidden in the shadows of an alcove. The King questioned the dwarves long and searchingly, but he got little more news out of them than he did the first dwarf. These were surly and angry and did not pretend to be polite. One stepped forward suddenly.
"What have we done, O King? Is it a crime to be lost in the forest, to be hungry and thirsty, to be trapped by spiders? Are the spiders your tamed beasts or your pets, if killing them makes you angry?" Legolas watched as his father’s face turned a bright shade of red.
"It is a crime to wander in my realm without leave. Do you forget that you were in my kingdom, using the road that my people made? Did you not three time pursue and trouble my people in the forest and rouse the spiders with your riot and clamor? After all the disturbance you have made I have a right to know what brings you here, and if you will not tell me now, I will keep you all in prison until you have learned sense and manners! Guards, take them to the dungeon! Give them food and drink, but put each in a separate cell. Away with you!" The guards leapt into action and firmly escorted the group away. The great door of the Hall of Mirkwood began to close. From his spot in the shadows, Legolas watched them slowly shutting. But just as they were about to return to their original places, a shadow passed on the floor, and the Elf thought he had heard footsteps. He scanned the area for a sight of movement, but found none. Bewildered, he took one last long look, and left the hall.
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One morning many days later, Legolas awoke to the sounds of many voices and the rush of feet. He hurriedly dressed and stepped into the hall. Elves were racing this way and that, some with weapons. Quickly he grabbed the closest Elf he could find.
"What is wrong?"
"The prisoners, every last one, have disappeared!"
"What?" Legolas asked.
"Last night they were all accounted for, but when morning dawned, they were gone, along with many of the empty barrels we had just unloaded. Many suspect an elaborate escape plan, but without the use of devilry I cannot fathom how they could have pulled it off without anyone knowing."
"That is strange indeed," said Legolas.

Random News

Hello friends!

How are you all? I am drowning. Our pool had a small little slit in the liner and that has turned into a huge project. Argh. It's taking a while, but oh well. Projects of this nature tend to do so.

Been stoked about Prince Caspian! May 16th seems so far away. :( But after that our family is going on a trip to coloniel Williamsburg! WHOO!! I love the American Revolution so I'm going to have a blast.


I began on the script for The Door Within movie we're going to do. It's kinda scary, so don't expect any awesome special effects or amazing actors.

Just a thought,

Flinn

Thoughts of a Sindarin Elf

Hello my friends!

Here is a fan fiction story I've been piddling around with. I want honest opinions, now. This is only the first little bit, and I'll add more later. I'm not sure what to call it, so if you have some titles in mind, feel free to share. For now, it's simply called: Thoughts of a Sindarin Elf.



Preface
Let your mind wander back to a time before Sauron was a major threat; before the Fellowship; even before Frodo! 60 years have yet to pass before those things are even thought of. This story begins in the land of Mirkwood, in a time when war was a distant memory. But for the Prince of Mirkwood, war is nearer than he thinks.
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The day was beautiful. The air was cool and the trees were swaying in a light breeze. A feast awaited the group that flitted through the forest, and their soft voices whispered of fun and gaiety. Legolas followed, his heart light at the prospect of it all. The food, the music, and the wondrous wine of a royal feast. The elves made their way to a certain clearing in the woods and came upon the sight they were seeking. A long table, laid from end to end with a wide variety of edibles stretched out before them. Lamps were hung to dispel the darkness of the tightly knit trees about them. Their King, Thranduil, was seated at the far end. He beckoned all to come forward. Legolas seated himself at the right hand of his father. The sounds and smells were wondrous, and the prince took it all in. He looked around at the rest of the party and a sudden aloneness filled him. Although he was their prince, he was not one of them. They were of the Silvan kind, and he was of the Sindarin, the high elves. Their carefree view of life would never be his. He was more a part of the Nature of Middle-earth, wound into it’s very fabric. He felt when darkness crept ever closer to their sanctuary in the woods. He felt the moaning of the wind, the sounds of the forest, the cries of the earth through the creatures themselves. The people that stood before him were completely oblivious to the world outside the forest. Their only world was the woods around them.
He had just returned from a journey to Rivendell where he had visited his close friend, Arwen Undomiel. Through the long hours he had learned many things, but one person in particular had caught his interest. Arwen had spoken of a Ranger called Aragorn who had been raised in Rivendell and spoke the fair Elven tongue. Legolas had only seen him once before while the man was passing through Mirkwood, but the Elf had been watching from the shadows of the trees. On the fifth night of his stay, the Ranger returned to that sanctuary deep in the mountains. Legolas had been introduced and the two had instantly found conversation. Soon, they were well beyond acquainted, and were talking like long lost friends. Arwen had only smiled at the two, but the dreamlike look in her eyes had not been missed by Legolas. Later that night, he had confronted her about it.
"So what think you of this Elessar?" he asked. The moon was high and cast a glow on the land about.
"He is wise and kind," she replied. "And gentle."
" But a mortal," reminded Legolas. Arwen’s gaze fell.
"Yes." Legolas came and stood before her. He clasped her hand in both of his.
"You know what it would mean to be wed to such as him," he said. "I agree, he is a noble man, wise beyond his years and very kind. But..."
"He is a mortal," Arwen finished.
"Yes." Legolas cast a worried look at his friend. "To give one’s love to a mortal, means to become mortal yourself." Arwen nodded slowly.
"I have thought on it long," said Arwen. "And I..." she shook her downcast head. Legolas lifted her chin.
"You still love him," he answered. Arwen nodded, her eyes glittering with tears.
"My father, I am sure, will not hear of it," said Arwen. "He loves the man like a son, but he would die before he let me give Aragorn my love."
"He wishes only what is best for you," Legolas said. "And so do I. If you love him, and cannot be parted from him...then you must at least let your father know of it."
"I believe he does," Arwen said. "Elessar was talking to him privately today. And my father’s face looked like a stormy sky, waiting to unleash it’s wrath. He wishes that I..." she paused.
"That you...what?" asked Legolas. The Evenstar shook her head.
"It is nothing. A tale for a different time." Legolas looked puzzled but nodded.
"My only fear is that your tale will end like that of Beren and Luthien," said Legolas. "That your Beren will be killed, and you will give into despair and fade. A Ranger’s life is not a safe one."
"But the story does not end there," said Arwen. Legolas shook his head gravely. Arwen looked at him, searching for some hint of his thoughts. His face was expressionless. He stared into the night, lost in thought. Arwen let her hand slip from his. She thought she had guessed what his response would be, but now she was unsure. She turned to leave him alone with his thoughts..
"If you truly love him," said Legolas, "then I wish you both joy beyond the bonds of immortality." She turned to find what she had been hoping for, a warm consenting smile. "He is a noble man."
Arwen turned back to him and he wrapped his arms around her. She looked up at him and she too, smiled.
"You have been as my brother all my life," she said. "Your approval means more than you know."
"And your happiness means more than you know," he replied.
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The King stood for a toast. Following custom, Legolas stood as well. But before one word could be uttered an intruder ran into the middle of their feast. The forest of Mirkwood was fast becoming a dangerous place, so every precaution was taken to keep them safe. The lamps went out, the food was collected, and the company set out in search of a more secure place in the shelter of the trees.
"What was that?" whispered one Elf nearby to another.
"I could not see," replied the other, "but whatever it was, it mustn’t have been very big."
Suddenly a chorus of voices filled the clearing behind them. Many voices; most rough and deep, others more small, but they were all calling to someone or somethings. Not many of the Elves of Mirkwood could understand the common speech, but Thranduil and his son could. The voices were shouting names, not very beautiful, but names nonetheless. But they were soon too deep in the woods to hear their cries and once again, the lamps were lit, the feast was laid out, and the music began. And once again Legolas’s mind began to wander...
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During his stay at Rivendell, the prince had been privileged with many more conversations with Aragorn. He had learned just about everything there was to know about him, where he had come from, his childhood, some of his adventures, and hidden beneath it all, his deep affection for Arwen. He often observed them together, slipping off to some secluded area to talk. Arwen’s eyes glittered with joy when she was around him, and it warmed Legolas’s heart to see it. For like himself, the Elf maiden had lost her mother when she was young, carried away by goblins and then murdered. Her happiness was a blessing to him beyond words, for he truly loved her like only a brother could.
On the ninth day of his stay, Aragorn left for another of his long journeys. Arwen tearfully watched him go from the far side of the bridge. Legolas watched from the gate, but did not approach her. He felt it best to let her be.
As it came time for Legolas to return to Mirkwood, Elrond called him into his chamber.
"I am sure you know of the relationship between Elessar and Arwen," he said, somewhat pensive.
"I am," Legolas replied simply.
"And what do you think of it?" he asked.
"I am well aware of the consequences of giving one’s love to a mortal," began Legolas. "But so is Arwen, and she is willing. She loves him, and whether Arwen is fated to be wed to him or nay, she is already his completely. That will never change." Elrond shook his head angrily.
"I will not see my daughter fade into the bitter existence of mortality," said the older Elf.
"But that is just it," said Legolas. "Their hearts are already joined, and to be parted from him will cause her to..."
"I wish her to leave Middle-earth!" Elrond said in a passion. Legolas felt as if he had been skewered.
"What?"
"I have arranged for her a passage to Valinor," Elrond said. "It will take many years for the ship to be ready, but what are years to an Elf? She will leave, and go into the West, to forever remain the Evenstar." Legolas almost choked.
"Leave...Middle-earth?" he said. "That would surely destroy her!"
"What do you know of such a matter as this, Wood Elf?" Elrond said angrily. Legolas’s gaze fell to the floor. Some of the storm clouds departed slowly from Elrond’s expression.
"Forgive me," he said. "But I am torn as to what to do. I too wish her joy beyond measure. But to give up your heritage, your race, your immortality...only few have ever done so. And the consequences have been severe." Legolas came and put a hand on Elrond’s shoulder.
"But it is too late to change her mind. She is resolved, and as a friend, I have told her that I give my consent. But it is yours she yearns for." Elrond paced the floor for a moment. It was obvious he was struggling inside.
"A night’s rest and a new dawn will perhaps bring more answers," Legolas said. Elrond nodded slowly.
"When do you leave?"
"At first light," replied the prince. "Please, feel free to enter our Woodland Realm at your leisure. It is long since any of Rivendell have ventured there. You would be most welcome."
Elrond had nodded and bade Legolas a good night. And the next morning, he had left. But before he had done so, Arwen had come to him.
"A gift," she said. "So that you will forever know that you have my love as a friend; nay, as a sister." She brought forth a necklace, a long, slender chain of golden rope that resembled a vine, and at the end, a golden Greenleaf. In the center of that Greenleaf was a diamond image of the Evenstar.

OK, I promise it gets less lovey, but that's all for now. Honestly, tell me what you think.

The Grand Tour

Hello Friends!

Here is a tour of my room! And this is the door to get in!!! The top one says *No admittance except on party business* from an LOTR party. The next sign basically states my affinity for Elves...in Elvish of course. Next comes the dreaded Pirates ye be Welcomed sign, with the five or so main characters from P3. And last but not least, the bottom scroll-like thing has the poem of entry from the Door Within on it. Now going on... This is the first portion of my wall on the right when you're stepping into my room. Posters of my favorite movies as well as a small Barlow Girl one. Moving on...

Further down the same wall is my lovely TV cabinet which acts as a bookshelf as I am devoid of a TV in my room. More postery stuff...

My imfamous writing desk! Where my stories are realised from my brain and fly onto the page. Of course, can't be complete without a Narnia poster.

The last part of this wall and many, many more posters. Perhaps I am a posteraddict. Hmm...oh. That's also the top of my doll house. My parents put it together for me when I was younger.

If you turn directly to the left you'll come upon my bed. Their's my teddy and replica lightsaber that really turns on! I love it.

This is another portion of this wall. I have dolls from all over the world in that white cabinet thing. And of course, my radio. There's also a little display of Pirates/Narnia stuff. Yeah, when I'm a big fan, I'm a BIG fan.

My closet. Well, I think that's about...wait! Want to see the inside of my TV cabinet?

Let's see...The Children of Hurin, LOTR, The Hobbit, the soundtracks, Arwen's costume crown, the One Ring, a ROTK valentines card, and the Evenstar on the top shelf along with random numerous books. On the bottom, my writing stuff, Hershey's Kisses, and all of my fantasy faves. Including the beloved Door Within. If it gets put in there, I love it.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little *glimpse* into my life!

Just a thought.