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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.

The High Mouse

Mae Govannen Nin Mellon!

Greetings my friends!

(Or something of that nature)

Here is one of first real looks at Reepicheep the Mouse that I have found. Isn't he cute? I love his feather. I wonder how tall he will be...

Ah, the glories of Spring Break. It was a surprise to get one, because we usually don't, but mother let us and I am thrilled!

Anything exciting happening to you guys?

Just a thought.

From Gandalf to Gimli

Hello friends!

For some reason, I have been on this LOTR kick for the past week or two. Not that I'm not always in some kick of sorts, whether it be Yewlanders or First John. But that is beside the point. I believe the Two Towers is my favorite out of them all, but I'm not sure. Legolas has to be my fave, his archery is unsurpassed. Perhaps beaten by Nock, but that would have to be proven. Boy, I'd love to see that contest!

The names have always fascinated me. Rivendell, Gondor, Lothlorien, Rohan, Haldir, Faramir, they roll off the tongue! The skill, courage, and faith that drove the characters on was unbelievable. I could go on and on, but I'll stop now. So tell me, what's your favorite character, race, and place? Mine would have to be...hmm. Legolas for the character, Elves for the race, and it's tied between Imladris, Lothlorien, and Mirkwood for the place. But I think Mirkwood.

Just a thought!

Hello!

Hello my fellows! Wow, that rhymed!

I cleaned out my room today (argh) while listening to the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack (yay!). It took forever, but I did. Now all that's left is my closet (a horrified scream escapes my lips). On one of my posts, I should give a picture tour of my room. That might be fun.

If you haven't joined the Door Within Forum, I suggest it. It's so fun! One person asked the question (this might have been you, araken) what if Mallik got married. HEE HEE!!! That would be great! I'd love to know what his wife would look like!

Just a thought.

Of Quail and a Princess Bride

Here are some newish Prince Caspian stills. I've got a ton, so I'll post more later.

Sick today. Got a cold and can't go to church. :( I believe I sound like Bilbo in the Hobbit: Thag you bery buch. So I read a little bit of Numbers about the people complaining that all they got was manna. I love God's response. He gave them loads of quail. Tons of quail. But for those who lusted that was their last meal, because God sent a plague to them. I don't know why, but I find that funny!

Another thing I find funny, The Princess Bride! I saw that for the first time yesterday. HA HA!!! I loved it.

"My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

LOL

Stab the Heart, Live Forever?

So how many of you here love Pirtates of the Caribbean? I certainly do. In fact, at one point in my life, I loved it so much it became a spiritual problem. Yipes! Let us not relive the past. Anyway, who here does not like how Pirates 3 ended? Once again I raise my hand. The whole quest to find a way to live forever. The heart and numerous betrayals. Backstabbing (or in some other cases heart stabbing :) ) was a recurring theme. And all for what? To be forced to sail the seas forever and ever only venturing on land once every 10 years.

There's one scene where Jack is talking to Davy Jones. The conversation is short and is as follows.

Jones: Jack Sparrow, do you fear death?

Sparrow: You have no idea.

Isn't that sad? The whole time in the theater (OK, this might sound silly, but it's true) I kept thinking: Jack! There's another way to life eternally! I wanted to reach into the screen, yank him out and explain to him that stabbing a heart wasn't going to give him a fulfilling life forever.

Just a thought.

Plight of the Famed

What do you see here? Three very familiar faces most likely. They've been on the cover of magazines. They've been on the big screen. They've been on national and international television. And every single one of them is lost.

Now, I suppose I shouldn't make assumptions. Perhaps in their youth one or two of them gave their lives to Christ and then left HIM behind for showbiz. But their actions certainly don't show signs of a God driven life. Orlando is a Bhuddist, and who knows what Depp and Lohan are, if anything.

It saddens me that people with such prestige and attention often don't use their status for good. They could be setting excellent examples for millions of young and old. But sadly, this doesn't happen often. If at all.

When we pray, I don't think we should forget those star-studded celebrities out there. I'm going to go out on a limb here and think big: Can you imagine a Hollywood where its goal was to bring honor and glory to God? So when you have the time, pray for the people out there who've made it big. If God could change the heart of Paul, HE can change their hearts too.

Just a thought.

Take Action

OK, this probably going to be short, but today I went to a YWAM event called Take Action. It was so great! I had a blast and there was an excellent time of worship in there. They talked about how everyone has a story to tell about their life. Some are good, some are not. But instead of reliving the bad in your life, choose to look to the future and see what God is doing now in your life! Just a quick note.

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