The Silvan (Lord of the Rings-Legolas)[Wattys2016]

Chapter 32: Home and Away

And a quick reminder of our characters is in order ...

The Silvans:

Erthoron - Village leader of Lland Galadh, Legolas' home

Golloron - Spirit Herder of Lland Galadh, Legolas' home

Thavron - Forester from Lland Galadh, Legolas' childhood friend

Lorthil - Village leader of Silver Vale

Narosén - Spirit Herder of Silver Vale

Saroden - Forester from Silver Vale, father of the two children Legolas saved from the flames

Amareth - Sister of Lassiel, Legolas' aunt

Lassiel - Legolas' mother

The Sindar:

Lord Bandorion - Oropher's brother

Lord Barathon - Bandorion's son, Thranduil's cousin

Lord Draugole - Sindarin Councillor, close to Bandorion

Lord Aradan - Sindarin Councillor, Chief Advisor to King Thranduil

Prince Rinion - Crown Prince of Greenwood

The Company:

Hwindohtar - The Whirling Warrior - Legolas - The Silvan

Dimaethor - The Silent Warrior - Lainion

Ram en' Ondo - Wall of Stone

Idhrenohtar - The Wise Warrior

Rhawthir - Fierce Face - Galdithion

Lindohtar - The Bard Warrior - Carodel

Imladris

The tree wavered in the soft breeze, and its dark, gnarled bark and long, knobbly branches reached around him protectively - he was safe. Green leaves unfurled and colourful birds flitted here and there between the boughs, their joy contagious. Delicate blossom petals filled the air, raining down upon him as he wiggled his arms and legs in joy.

He lay there, vulnerable and naked, a babe yet unable to speak, to walk; all he knew was her gift of love and protection.

It hums and it is comforting. He smiles and the woman in the tree smiles back, her long red hair undulating slowly around her beautiful face, deep blue eyes sparkling in pride and understanding, deep wisdom and love... she was no elf...

Bright green eyes snapped open with a gasp and Legolas sat up abruptly in his bed. It had not been a bad dream, but it had been strange, perturbing ... and then he remembered. He had had the same dream while he had laid fevered after the warg attack. It had not been so vivid though, for now he had seen a face in the tree, could still see it hovering in his mind's eye, for one never forgot such beauty.

There was no more sleep for Legolas that night, and so he made his way to the library, where he would stay until the Sun peaked over the horizon, and it was day once more. It seemed like the blink of an eye to Legolas, so engrossed he was, and so he startled visibly as the Lord of the Valley glided into the room.

"Good morning, Legolas," greeted Elrond with a smile.