Title: Dreaming of you
Author: Lomadia
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything created by J.R.R Tolkien (even though I'd like to…) but any 
other characters or places e.g. Lomadia, Anbrethil, etc. are all my own. The book doesn't tell mention if 
Legolas had any other siblings, but I'm portraying him as the younger of two sons. 
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Chapter 1
Lomadia raised her eyes to the sky. Something was different. Something was coming. She could sense it. 
The wind gently blew her long brown hair about her face. She stood tall and still on the path that ran 
through the centre of the small wood. She was clad in dark green and wore a dark grey cloak. Upon her 
head she wore a small silver tiara. The gentle breeze soon turned into a chill wind that howled and whistled 
as it made its way through the treetops. Lomadia closed her eyes and listened. The wind seemed to be 
speaking to her. Telling her. Warning her. But warning her from what? She strained her ears, desperately 
trying to make sense of what the wind was saying, when her concentration was broken by the sound of 
approaching hooves. Lomadia opened her eyes and spun round on her heels. From behind the tall trees 
came a beautiful white mare. Its flowing mane and tail shone silver in the sunlight. A smile spread across 
Lomadia's fair face and the mare whinnied as if greeting her.
"Is it time to go home already, Tathiel?" Lomadia whispered in the horse's ear whilst stroking it's forehead. 
Tathiel nodded. Lomadia jumped up and landed gently on the horse's bare back. 
"Come on. Let's go." Lomadia told Tathiel. The mare cantered smoothly down the path and back to the city 
of Anbrethil. 
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The tall elf stood leaning on the balcony. The early evening sky was a soothing purple and the air was 
warm. He stood watching the elf children play merrily in the gardens. He smiled to himself as they chased 
each other about the lawns. 
The elf heard someone approach him from behind. He turned his head and saw an elf maiden clad in blue 
standing in the doorway.
"Legolas, you father wishes to speak with you." The she-elf said quietly. Legolas sighed and walked away 
from the balcony in silence. The she-elf watched him with curiosity and confusion as he passed by. For the 
past week he had seemed unusually quiet and spent more time on his own than with his people. 
The young elf prince entered the great hall. King Thranduil was standing in the centre with a few other high 
elves. When he saw his son enter the room, he turned from the other elves and approached him. His face 
was stern and looked concerned. In his hand he held a parchment. 
"Legolas, we have received news from your brother." Thranduil began. He paused to look into his son's 
eyes. Legolas knew the news was not good. He could see worry buried deep inside his father's eyes.
"Father?" 
"I am afraid the battle was in vain. The orcs were too many and our army too weak and tired after their long 
journey. Many have fallen and Eloith has been gravely injured. Legolas, if we don't find him soon he will 
die."
Legolas's eyes fell to the floor. He couldn't bear to lose another brother. Not again. He was young and 
ignorant and even though he was not the best of friends with his older brother, he had always looked up to 
him and loved him and now to lose him, it was more than he could handle. Legolas felt his fathers hand rest 
gently on his shoulder. He looked up and his eyes met his father's. 
"Where are they?" Legolas's voice was timid and quiet.
"We are not wholly sure. The parchment sent wasn't clear. All we know is that the company has moved in 
an attempt to return home but can go no further. They are close to the far border of Anbrethil."
Legolas felt his heart sink inside his chest. His fear for his brother was now even greater than before. He 
would not last long if he rests so near such a place as Anbrethil. No elf in their right mind would go near 
those woods. 
"We must find him. I have to bring him home. He will not live if he stays in the wild." Legolas looked hard 
at his father, as if searching his mind. He had to find his brother. He had to bring him back to his father. 
They had always looked out for each other. When Legolas was in trouble Eloith has always been there for 
him and Legolas would always return the favour. Now his brother needed him more than ever before and 
he couldn't just stand back and let him suffer. He couldn't. He wouldn't. 
"Legolas, I…" began his father, but he was cut off. 
"No, father, I have to. If I don’t, he will surely die. I would never stand back and let my brother suffer. I 
have to do something even if it means going into the heart of Anbrethil."
His father sighed before nodding his head slightly. 
"Do not travel alone. Take with you those you can trust and do not travel by night. You must always keep 
your eyes open for spies. The Lord of Anbrethil has many servants, birds, beasts and scouts from his city. If 
they find you, they will show no mercy."
A small smile stretched across Legolas's face. He could still see hope for Eloith even if his father could not. 
"I will not fail you." He whispered and bowed his head.
"Go now, make haste. We do not have much time."
Legolas took one last glance at his father before leaving the hall. Thranduil continued to watch the door 
after his son had left. "Good luck, my son" He whispered under his breath. 
Legolas and two other elves, Aniond and Isorfir, meant to leave the palace of King Thranduil a few hours 
later. They were travel on horseback and take no baggage, save food and water and a few medical supplies. 
Their going would be slow if they had a heavy load. Aniond and Isorfir were close friends with the elven 
prince and had been for many years. They had spent the majority of their childhood together and they all 
had the utmost trust in each other. 
After saying farewell to their loved ones, Aniond and Isorfir headed for the stables. Legolas was waiting for 
them. An elf maiden from the house of healing was talking with him. She had with a her a bag filled with 
medicines and bandages, which she then attached to the saddle of his horse.
When she saw Aniond and Isorfir approach she bowed her head low and bid farewell to her prince. As 
Aniond and Isorfir passed her she stopped and smiled. 
"Good luck. May the Valinor be with you."
They smiled and thanked her, before continuing to walk towards Legolas. He smiled as they lead their 
horses out of their stables. They were ready to go.
"We do not stop until nightfall, then we go no further." Legolas told them as they all mounted. Then 
without looking back, the three companions rode off into the darkness of Mirkwood. Their search had 
begun. 
Chapter 2
The sun's light was beginning to fail as the elves crossed the border of Mirkwood. The air was cold and 
harsh winds blew fiercely from the north. Beyond the borders of Mirkwood there lay wide-open fields with 
little shelter. In the distance, along the horizon, they could the already darkening shadow of another wood. 
The woods of Anbrethil.
"Come, we cannot camp here in the open. We will be vulnerable and easy to attack." Said Legolas to his 
companions. "We must make for the cover of Anbrethil. There we will be sheltered by the trees." 
"Anbrethil?" Aniond's tone of voice was fearful. "But, my lord, it is a dark place. There is an evil lurking in 
those trees. The people, who live there, they resent us. You know this. If they find us they will take us 
captive or they will kill us surely. It is not safe there."
Legolas looked at Aniond. He shared his concern. He knew that the woods of Anbrethil were a dangerous 
place for any elf of Mirkwood. Many thousands of years ago Anbrethil and Mirkwood had been allies. Lord 
Athnamion of Anbrethil and King Thranduil of Mirkwood were good companions and their people would 
roam freely together. But problems begun to arouse between the two kingdoms and arguments broke out. 
Friendships were broken and the alliance between Anbrethil and Mirkwood ceased to exist. Legolas didn't 
want to go into Anbrethil, it would be perilous and foolish to do so, but he felt a strange feeling inside of 
him, urging him to go, as if something was calling him. He sat on his horse in silence for a few moments. 
He raised his eyes to the sky. It was quickly getting dark; he would have to make a decision soon. He 
looked back at Anbrethil.
"We will go to Anbrethil. If we stay by the borders we will be out of harms way. We can leave first thing in 
the morning, they would never know we were there." Legolas said, not taking his eyes away from the 
opposing woods. His two companions looked at him in fear and a small amount of wonder. Why would he 
want to go to Anbrethil? He knew how dangerous it was and had hated any idea of going anywhere near 
those woods. Yet here he was, telling them that they should use Anbrethil as a shelter. Something wasn't 
right. 
"If we go now we will reach the trees before nightfall is completely upon us. I don't want to be moving 
about in those trees under the cover of darkness. It will be too risky."
"It is risky going to Anbrethil anyway, be it night or day." Argued Isorfir. Legolas looked at him. Isorfir 
was right. But what else could they do? Head back to Mirkwood and rest there? No, that would make the 
journey longer and they may not reach his brother in time. 
"No. We will go to Anbrethil." Now Legolas was determined. The other elves could hear it in his voice. 
There was no point in arguing any more; it would make no difference. Instead, they nodded slightly in 
agreement and, against their will, pushed their horses on and galloped across the open fields.
Finally they reached the border of Anbrethil. The distance between the two woods was longer than 
expected. The sun had set completely and stars lit up in the dark blue sky. They let out little light, which 
wasn't much help to the elves. They slowed their horses to a walk and plodded into the trees. The air was 
still and the silence made the elves uneasy. Every step the horses took seemed unbearably loud to the elves. 
They dared not make any noise that might disturb the wood. 
"Let us rest here." Whispered Aniond, "I dare not go any further." His fair voice was a little shaky. The 
horses stopped dead in their tracks. The riders froze in their saddles. Aniond's voice was not so a much a 
whisper, but seemed more of a shout. Legolas was afraid to speak or make any sound so instead he nodded 
and hesitated a while before dismounting and lightly landing on the floor. His feet made no sound. Aniond 
and Isorfir followed his example and dismounted. Legolas stood for a while, straining his ears for any other 
movement his eyes gazed into the darkness. A cold wind hit the back of his neck and blew his hair forward 
into his face and then continued into the heart of the wood. Legolas pulled his hood over his head. He was 
beginning to regret suggesting to come here. How could he be so stupid? 
Here the floor seemed level. Legolas signalled to the other two elves to settle down here. They tied their 
horses to a nearby tree and lay down on the soft ground. They didn't light a fire, in fear of drawing attention 
to themselves. Sleep didn't come quickly for the elves and in Legolas's case it didn't come at all. He lay still 
with his eyes open. He kept getting the feeling that they weren't alone, like something was watching them. 
He was right. 
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The wind blew about the window making the long white curtains flap quietly. A gentle breeze flew over the 
velvet blankets on the bed. The sleeping figure stirred as her hair dance slightly in the breeze and brushed 
her soft cheek. Then, as if her dream had taken an ill turn, she gasped and sprang up from the pillow. 
Breathing deeply, Lomadia violently shook her head from side to side, like she was looking for something. 
Calming down, she turned her attention to the open window. The silver moon shone coolly in the dark sky. 
She seemed to be in a trance as she slowly stepped out of bed and placed her bare feet on the floor, not 
taking her eyes away from the moon. Lomadia made her way to the window and rested her arms on the 
ledge. Her night gown blew about her knees.
A new wind, cooler than the breeze before, flew past Lomadia, catching her hair as it went. She closed her 
eyes. Something was different. Strange somehow. She felt a strange feeling deep in her heart, like she had 
before in the woods. The feeling was confusing; it worried her but excited her at the same time. She 
watched as the wind lifted and carried leaves on its way back into the forest, from whence it came. 
Lomadia's head was swimming. What did all this mean? Could it be danger? Or good tidings? With these 
pictures running through her mind, she went back to bed and fell into an un-remembered dream.
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The elves opened their eyes and squinted at the new morning light. Looking around them they could see 
that they were by tall healthy trees growing. The grass and plants growing about the feet of the trees were 
colourful and fresh. The sweet scent of newly opened flowers floated in the air. Small crystal clear drops of 
dew had fallen on the leaves of the ferns and flowers. It was hard to believe that such a beautiful place 
could house so much danger. 
The three stallions slept soundly beside the tree they had been tied to the night before. Hearing their 
masters shuffling about, they arose. After eating a small breakfast, the elves made to leave. They mounted 
their horses and began to walk slowly to the edge of the wood. Legolas was still unsure their visit had gone 
unnoticed and would look from side to side every now and again to make sure the coast was still clear. He 
couldn't help feeling that they were under close surveillance and that they were being followed. Worriedly 
he suggested they quicken their pace.
"I think we should make haste in getting out of these woods. We cannot linger here." Legolas began, "Last 
night, I kept getting the feeling that we were being watched or being hunted, and I feel no safer now."
"Yes. I too had that feeling." Isorfir agreed. "The sooner we get out of these woods the better."
They commanded their horses, in elvish, to speed up, but then heard a sound that made their blood freeze. 
To their right, not far off, the silence was broken by the sound of a twig snapping under pressure. Legolas 
jerked his head and searched the woodland, but it was in vain. It was no creature of the wood that made that 
sound, it was human. They had been found.
"Noro lim! Noro lim!" Legolas commanded his companions, and the stallions broke into a gallop and speed 
through the trees. The sound of many hooves pursued them. Legolas could feel his heart beating furiously 
in his throat. Weaving in and out of trees and bushes, the elves fled to the boarder of Anbrethil. The sound 
of hooves pounding on the forest floor grew louder and was now surrounding them. They had to reach the 
fields. They had to. From all directions, the elves could hear swords being unsheathed and bows being 
loaded with arrows. 
Suddenly, the air was filled with the whistling of speeding arrows. Legolas could see that exhaustion was 
beginning to overtake their horses and he feared they might not make the boarder, but his thoughts were 
whipped clear from his mind as a cruel stinging pain ran throughout his body. Glancing down he could see 
fresh blood pour from his shoulder and down his arm. He felt weak. And dizzy. Very dizzy. His vision was 
beginning to blur. He felt a sudden jerk and hit the floor hard. His beautiful stallion cried out as it tripped 
and fell, an arrow stuck out from its hind leg. Legolas' arms were sore as he tried to push himself up again, 
but collapsed back onto his elbows. An icy feeling seemed to flow through his veins. He knew what it was. 
Poison. The arrow was poisoned. Why? Why did he come into the woods? How could he be so foolish, so 
stupid as to put his life and the lives of his companions in such danger? How? He felt a cold blade touch the 
soft skin on his neck and many pairs of hands grab hold of his arms. Legolas attempted to look up, but he 
saw and felt no more.  
Chapter 3
Legolas opened his eyes. They stung and he squinted as he tried to look around. His mind was a mess. 
What had happened? He closed his eyes and desperately tried to remember. Running. He remembered 
running. And blood. And pain. Lots of pain. His memory came back to him. He remembered his wound and 
examined his shoulder. It had been cleaned but it wasn't dressed or protected in any way. Legolas tilted his 
head back and studied the room they were in. It was more like a hall than a room. A hall decorated with 
carvings and canvasses. Silver drapes hung over the tall windows and the walls were lined with pillars. 
Candles were lit. The sky was dark outside. It was obviously night. Legolas had no idea how long he had 
been unconscious but he knew now that he was in Anbrethil. The very place he didn't want to be. But now 
he had other thoughts on his mind. Aniond. Isorfir. Where were they? Legolas turned hastily and knocked 
something by his side. Aniond and Isorfir sat leaning against a pillar. They had also been struck down by 
flying arrows and they were still unconscious. Legolas relaxed a little. At least his friends were safe. Their 
wrists and ankles were bound as were his. He struggled to break free but gave up quickly as the ropes were 
too tight and he was still weak. It was only then that he noticed a man sitting in a throne at the end of the 
hall. He had been watching them for quite a while new. His eyes turned to Legolas, who returned his gaze. 
The man sighed and stood from his throne. He walked over to where the wounded elf was sitting. Legolas 
didn’t tear his eyes away from the man. He wore blue and silver robes and upon his forehead he wore a 
silver tiara to show his authority. His hair was brown and hung just above his shoulders. The man stopped 
only a few feet away from him. He bent down and studied Legolas carefully. His deep dark eyes met 
Legolas' cool blue ones. His face was written with anger but also with curiosity. The man then straightened 
himself and walked towards a window opposite Legolas, who watched after him. He stood in silence for 
what seemed to Legolas like hours. At last he spoke.
"So tell me, Legolas son of Thranduil, why you are here." His voice was powerful and intimidating, but 
Legolas wouldn't allow his fear to show. The man turned and eyed him again.
"Yes. I know you are." He continued, "And I think you know who I am too."
"Yes, Lord Anthamion, I do." Legolas replied. His voice was flat. Lord Athnamion smiled, almost 
mockingly.
"Good. So now maybe you'll answer my question. What gave you the nerve to trespass in my kingdom." He 
demanded, walking back towards Legolas and crouching, down so that they were eye level with each other. 
Legolas didn't answer. He knew that Lord Athnamion wouldn't accept the truth and there was no point in 
trying to lye to the man. He knew he couldn't mention his brother, Lord Athnamion would send soldiers out 
to take him prisoner or to kill him. Instead he held his gaze. His eyes were cold and unwelcoming. This 
made the Lord feel slightly uncomfortable. "No you fool," he thought to himself, "Do not let a prisoner 
intimidate you in your own home!"
"Tell me!" he shouted. Now he was starting to loose his temper with the elf. His eyes were filled with rage. 
He felt tempted to hit him until he got the answer he wanted, but he held himself back. He wanted to know 
why an elf would enter his forest. He was curious to find out, but when he refused to answer, Athnamion 
felt as if he would erupt at this lack of respect and fear.
"Why?" his voice had quietened, "Did your father send you, hmm? Or maybe you thought you'd get away 
with trespassing."
"Any answer I give will displease you." Legolas finally replied. 
"You mean your excuses aren't good enough. Oh well. You'll have plenty of time to think it over where 
you're going. Foolish elf. But your father has always been incapable. All the long years I knew him, he 
always managed to mess up something."
Legolas could feel his hatred boiling up inside his stomach. His crystal blue eyes were now bright as if a 
roaring fire was burning fiercely behind them. Lord Athnamion could see that he had angered the elf and it 
brought him great pleasure. He continued to mock and insult King Thranduil's name.
"Such a fool. In all honesty I'm not surprised his children inherited his stupidity." Athnamion smiled 
wickedly. Legolas had had enough. No one insulted his father like that and escaped punishment. He 
gathered together all the strength he could muster and, despite the bonds, kicked Lord Athnamion hard in 
his stomach. Athnamion grunted and fell backward onto the floor clutching his stomach. Legolas glared at 
him. Hearing the noise, guards rushed in from behind the closed doors, their swords were drawn. Legolas 
just watched Athnamion wriggle on the floor. He loved watching him suffer.
"Take them away! Get them out of here!" Athnamion called.
One of the closest guards ran forward to Legolas and, using the hilt of his sword, swung at Legolas' head. 
Legolas fell to the floor. Athnamion struggled to his feet and snarled at the unconscious elf. He nodded his 
head at the guards. They picked the elves up and left the hall, carrying them over their broad shoulders. 
Athnamion stood still in the hall until he heard the door open again. He turned half-expecting to see the 
guards again, but it was some one else. 
"Lomadia, my daughter. Are you not tired? Not sleeping in bed? The hour is late."
Lomadia walked over to her father. She wore a blue dress that flowed behind her as she walked. The 
sleeves were long and wide and almost reached the floor. Her hair was braided at the front and, like her 
father, she wore a silver tiara across her forehead.
"Father. I must talk to you. I am afraid to sleep as my dreams worry me."
Her father gave her a look of confusion. He put his arm around her shoulder and led her to the end of the 
hall. There, they both sat in their thrones. 
"Worrying dreams? I'm afraid I do not understand what you mean. Please, explain to me what you dreams 
are like."
"Well," said Lomadia, leaning across the arm of her throne and onto her father's, "I standing in the woods, 
and the wind is blowing about my, but it's whispering to me. It's telling me something. It's telling me that 
something's about to happen. Then, as I star into the trees, I start seeing things. Images. Floating on the air. 
They frighten me, but they are not evil. And I hear voices, but I don’t know what they are saying." Her 
voice quietened and she lowered her eyes to the floor, "Then I see mother. She's smiling at me. And I know 
then that there is nothing to fear." Lomadia sighed heavily and her father placed his hand on her shoulder. 
She looked into his eyes. They looked soft and caring. 
"I know you miss your mother. We all miss her greatly. But no matter what, she will never leave us. Not 
really. Her spirit will always be around you, in the wind, in the water, she will always be there to guide 
you, and she will always love you."
Lomadia smiled and continued to explain.
"But I feel a strange presence in the air. Four days ago, I was in the forest and I had the very same feeling. I 
think it's trying to tell me something, but I don’t understand what."
"This is very strange indeed. I am no expert in dreams and their meanings, but I can give some advice. 
Trust your instincts and trust the world about you. Listen and look carefully. The are lessons to be learnt 
everywhere. You just have to find them. But remember this, it will never do to dwell on dreams and dreams 
alone. "
"I understand, father. There is one more thing I wish to ask. Before I came to you, I saw the royal guards 
leave the hall, with what looked like three elves. I can't understand why there are elves here. They are 
forbidden from this forest and most of them fear to come here any way. Why are they here and who are 
they?" 
Her father looked at her. "Now understand this, Lomadia, it is very important. I do not want you to go 
anywhere near them. They are violent and dangerous and I do not wish to see you get hurt." He starred at 
Lomadia, waiting for a response. She nodded and he continued. "One of the elves is the son of King 
Thranduil. We are not certain who the other two are, close companions or royal servants probably. My men 
found them just inside the boarders of the forest. They had been there all night and tried to leave in the 
morning but we succeeded in retrieving them. Why King Thranduil would send his own son into my lands I 
do not know. But they are here now and are being held in the dungeons until they give me a satisfying 
explanation." He looked at her. She looked interested and her father thought it best to end there. "Run along 
now, go to your chamber, you had best get some sleep." 
Lomadia nodded and, bidding her father goodnight, she left the hall. As soon as she closed the doors behind 
her she hesitated. She was curious now and even a little bit excited. When her father had explained to her 
about the elves she had felt that strange feeling again. She knew that her father had forbidden her from 
seeing the prisoners, but her curiosity soon overtook her and she had to find out more about these 
'intruders'. Lomadia smiled cunningly and made her way quietly towards the dungeons.
The dungeons of Anbrethil weren't damp or dark and they definitely didn't smell of decaying corpses as 
most dungeons would. As a matter of fact, they were very clean and quite well lit by candles. The halls 
were quite wide and the walls and floor were built from stone. Fresh air flowed through the passages and 
the candle light shone on Lomadia's face, making her skin look golden. The doors were wooden with a 
small window so guards could peer in. Some of the doors were just iron bars and it was possible to see in 
the entire cell rather than just the opposing wall. It was in one of these cells, that Lomadia found the elves. 
They lay on the stone floor, motionless. Their wrists were chained behind their backs, but their legs were 
free. Lomadia tilted her head slightly to one side as she examined the elves. They looked so fair. So 
beautiful. She felt guilty for keeping these creatures in chains, but then reminded herself of their crime and 
anger swept back through her mind. She crouched down carefully as not to get her dress dirty, and took a 
closer look at the elves. Legolas lay closest to the bars and was just within Lomadia's reach. She starred at 
him in wonder, admiring his smooth skin and silky pale hair. Before she knew what she was doing, she 
reached in and gently touched his soft cheek with her outstretched arm. The moment her hand made contact 
with his skin, Legolas's eyes snapped open and he jerked his head back to see who was there. Lomadia 
started and pulled her arm back through the bars. Her face was expressionless as she watched Legolas lift 
himself from the floor. 
Legolas looked deep into her dark eyes and felt weakness overcome him. Her eyes were written with 
curiosity and wonder, but she was not afraid. Her face was calm and beautiful and her fair hair hung loosely 
over her shoulders. For a moment the two held the gaze in silence, until Lomadia rose and looked down at 
Legolas, who was still looking at her. Legolas thought she looked even more beautiful when she stood 
straight. Her figure was perfectly shaped. The silence unnerved Lomadia so she quickly thought of 
something to say to the elf.
"Why did you refuse to answer my father's questions?" she said, trying to sound stern and serious, but her 
musical voice didn't seem threatening in anyway. 
"He would not accept any answer I had to give. Did he sent you to find out, seeing as he was unable to?" 
Legolas replied. Lomadia felt her stomach churn when he spoke. His voice was deep and steady. But she 
would not allow her feelings to show; instead she wore a look of annoyance on her face. 
"You should not show such disrespect towards my father."
"He received what he deserved. Maybe if he hadn't attempted to dishonour my fathers name I would have 
been more willing to tell him what he wanted to know."
"Your father ruined the alliance between the two realms and has caused damage to our culture and way of 
life!" 
"No more than your father did to ours!" another voice replied from behind Legolas. Aniond sat up and 
Isorfir did the same. Lomadia was too busy inquiring Legolas that she had not noticed the other elves wake 
up. They starred at her with cold blue eyes and Lomadia couldn't help but feel outnumbered. She turned her 
eyes to theirs and then back to Legolas. He didn't look as threatening as the others did. His face had 
softened and his eyes were less harsh. She took one last glance at Aniond and Isorfir before spinning 
around and marching back to her chamber. The three companions sat in silence for a while longer. Legolas 
looked at the floor. His mind was full of questions, questions about Lomadia. He knew her father hadn't 
sent her, so why did she come? What did she want? Why wasn't she afraid? What was this feeling he had 
felt whet he saw her? He did not know why, but when he looked at her, and she starred back at him, he felt 
different some how, confused and even frightened. He had never felt it before. Aniond examined his friend. 
He could tell something was different. He sighed and struggling to his feet, he approached Legolas and 
seated himself beside him. Legolas turned and faced him. They said nothing, but Aniond knew what was 
wrong. He could see it all over Legolas's face.
"No." Aniond whispered, shaking his fair head. Legolas lowered his eyes to the ground and then Aniond 
knew. "No." Aniond said again, closing his eyes. He drained his mind of all hope. There was no chance of 
escape now. Not now. Legolas loved her.  
Chapter 4
Lomadia quietly slipped into her chamber unnoticed and closed the door silently behind her. She collapsed 
on her bed and buried her face in the blankets. She shook her head, forcing the images of that elf out of her 
mind. Then she lifted her head. She could see the moon outside her window. It looked no different than the 
last time she had looked at it. It was still just as silver, just as mysterious. Her face softened as she focused 
her mind on the moon. Its cool beams of light seemed to reach deep into her soul. It was as if the rays of 
light were pulled the out the thoughts she had hidden deep in her heart. Lomadia broke her gaze and 
changed into her night gown. She lay down in her bed and slipped into a pleasant dream.
Lomadia awoke to the sound of music drifting in through her window. She sat up and the suns golden rays 
armed her body. She sat up slowly and listened to the sweet song of the children outside. Their youthful 
voices brought joy to Lomadia's heart. She dressed herself quickly and left her chamber. The air was cool 
and refreshing. Headed for the stable, Lomadia jogging gently down the wide paths of the gardens of 
Anbrethil. After a short while, she reached the stables and there Tathiel was waiting for her. The mare 
whinnied when she saw her mistress step into the yard. Lomadia smiled and stroked Tathiel's silver mane. 
Lomadia lightly mounted. Tathiel had no liking for saddles or reins and Lomadia has no use for them, and 
they had created a strong bond together. At the end of the yard, there was another block of stables but these 
ones were rarely used. Only now did they house new horses. Lomadia trotted up to the stable doors and 
peered inside. Three elvish stallions lay in their straw beds. They raised their heads and looked at Lomadia 
when she approached the door. 
"They are magnificent creatures. And I do not doubt their speed and agility." Lomadia said to herself. 
Tathiel whinnied and turned from the stable door. Lomadia laughed merrily at her horse's actions.
"Not jealous are you, Tathiel? Do not worry, I'm not comparing them to you!" Tathiel snorted in reply and 
started down the path towards the forest.
The trees were welcoming and friendly towards visitors, even elves, despite the quarrels between the two 
kingdoms. The air was fresh and life was plentiful amongst the plants and flowers. Birds and beasts dwelt 
in the trees and amongst the shrubs in deep content. The two companions continued until they reached a 
clearing. Here, Lomadia dismounted and stood still.
"Tathiel, go and wonder freely. I shall call when you are needed." Tathiel nodded and cantered off into the 
distance. Lomadia knelt down in the soft grass and closed her eyes. She listened. At first she heard nothing, 
but then in the distance she thought the heard the sound of faint whispers. The longer she listened, the more 
certain she became. She rose to her feet, keeping her eyes closed and felt a soft breeze across her face and 
her hair fluttered behind her. The whispers grew louder as the voices drew closer. 
"Araisiliel." Lomadia whispered in reply. The whispers ended and a soft voice hummed a tone, a tune that 
Lomadia had heard many years before. The voice seemed to fly around her and it filled her heart with 
warmth and comfort.
"Araisiliel." Lomadia whispered again. "I hear you." The voice stopped flying around her and hovered in 
front of her face.
"Lomadia, my child." The voice of a woman floated in the air.
"Mother. I have missed you." she replied. "It has been a while since my last visit. But I come to you now 
for advise." She opened her eyes and sat down on the grass again. There was nothing but trees and plants in 
front of her, but she could feel her mother's presence, even if she couldn't see her. "I've been having a 
dream recently and I don’t understand what it means." 
"Well, my child, you should tell me about your dreams before I can help you." 
(*By the way Lomadia's mother isn't air, it's her spirit talking. Just in case you didn't know.)  
Lomadia explained her dreams to her mother, not missing on single detail. Her mother listened carefully to 
every word Lomadia said. When Lomadia had finished, her mother spoke again.
"Well, it seems to me that spirits have been entering your dreams, but it is nothing to be afraid of. They are 
indeed trying to tell you something. They have been feeling a strange presence in the air and I felt this 
feeling also. It fascinates me."
"Do you know what it is? What it means?" Lomadia asked hastily.
"Yes, I do. But I am afraid I cannot tell you what it is. That is something you will have to find out for 
yourself. All I can give you is advice. Follow your heart. Do not be afraid by anything new or different 
from you. You have to choose your path in life now, but only you can do that, no one else can make your 
decisions for you. Do not be put off by something just because there is an obstacle in the way. And you 
must remember, if you feel trapped and despair, listen. The spirits are all around you and in your time of 
need they will guide you. And so will I."
At that the air went still. Lomadia closed her eyes. Her mother had gone. She thought about the wise words 
her mother had given to her. Follow your heart. She pondered over these words for a moment or two. 
Follow your heart. Lomadia knew what her heart wanted, but she was afraid to show her feelings. She 
couldn't show her feelings. But something told her to go. Go and find what her heart desired. Lomadia 
jumped to her feet. She whistled long and loud. Tathiel came running to meet her.
"Come Tathiel, we must get home. Make haste." She said as she jumped on the mare. Tathiel reared 
slightly and galloped back to the palace.
By the time Lomadia reached the palace it was already getting dark. She sped through the palace gates and 
headed towards the dungeons. Her light footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Finally, Lomadia reached 
the cell where the elves were being held. She peered through the bars, but to her dismay, the cell was 
empty. The elves had been moved. Lomadia thought hard as to where they could be. Her father's image 
automatically entered her mind. A sudden fear took her heart. Hoping she wasn't too late, she left the 
dungeon and headed for the great hall. By the time she reached the doors of the great hall she was breathing 
heavily, her long sprint had almost worn her out. Pressing her head against the door, she strained her ears 
and tried to listen to what was being said, but she couldn't quite make out the separated words. She had 
shouting, most probably coming from her father, and another raised voice. She wasn't sure who it belonged 
to, but she could guess. The elves were being questioned and, once again, they were refusing to answer. 
She couldn't help feeling angry with them. If they just answered her father's questions, maybe they wouldn't 
be treated quite so bad. The shouting came to a sudden end and Lomadia heard footsteps coming towards 
her. She hid herself behind a pillar and watched as the elves were dragged back to the dungeon. Lomadia 
followed them, as quietly and quickly as her tired feet would allow her.
The guards threw the three elves back into their cell and left the dungeons, smirking and joking between 
themselves. Only when she was sure the coast was clear did Lomadia creep out from her hiding place. She 
watched the elves, unnoticed, for a short while, and then, without a second thought, stepped out so they 
could see her. Their faces were blank and they said nothing to her.
"You refused to answer my father again, I suppose?" she said, trying not to sound too harsh or too friendly. 
Her question wasn't answered, but she could guess by the looks on the elves' faces that she was right. "Why 
don't you tell me?" she said hopefully.
"We would not tell your father and we won't tell you." Aniond said harshly, "He probably sent you to see if 
you could do a better job."
"No one sent me, I came by my own will." Lomadia objected. "My father doesn't want me to come 
anywhere near you or your kin."
"Then why did you come?" Legolas asked.
"I was just curious as to why you came. And if you tell me I won't report to my father. You have my word."
"She's lying. We cannot trust her." Aniond protested, angrily. "That's just her excuse."
Legolas make no response to Aniond's accusations. Instead he starred Lomadia in the face. Deep down he 
couldn't help but trust her. She didn't look like the type to lye. She looked curious and innocent. 
"And you swear to that?" he asked cautiously. Aniond and Isorfir looked at him in shock. How could he 
trust the daughter of their enemy?
Lomadia nodded. "Yes." She watched him, as he looked her up and down. Legolas knew he believed her, 
but he was afraid to. If he was wrong, his loss would be great. After a little consideration, he told her what 
she wanted to hear.
"We were resting under the cover of the trees. That's all we're guilty of." He said a flat voice.
Lomadia looked him, surprised and even a trifle disappointed. "Is that all?" she questioned him. She found 
his answer a little hard to believe. Either he was lying, or he wasn't telling the whole truth. "It seems a bit 
farfetched. Why travel to Anbrethil just to rest? Were you spies?" 
"No. We aren't spies, we're looking for…" Legolas almost let lose the news about his brother. When 
Lomadia hadn't believed him, he was annoyed and wanted to set her right.
Lomadia's eyes lit up. She was definitely getting some more of the answers she wanted. 
"What were you looking for?"
Legolas remained silent. He couldn't tell her anymore, she knew too much already. Lomadia became 
impatient with him. 
"What were you looking for? Tell me" she demanded. "If you don't, I'll tell my father all that I know." She 
began to slowly turn towards the exit.
Legolas panicked when she threatened them and grabbed hold of the cell bars.
"No, you cannot tell him, you gave your word!" 
Lomadia turned and looked at the elf clinging onto the iron bars. She smiled slightly to herself. Now he had 
to tell her. She came back to the cell door and leant on the bars.
"We were…" Legolas paused, "We were looking for someone, another elf. My brother has been gravely 
injured. We have to get him back to Mirkwood or he will die." 
Lomadia looked hard at Legolas. He looked worried and maybe frightened. She knew he was telling her the 
truth. Her eyes fell to the floor and she starred at her feet. Her heart felt heavy with emotion. She felt a 
burning desire to help them. Without saying a word she walked away from the cell.
"No! Wait!" Legolas panicked. He felt his stomach churn. It was like he had just signed his own brother's 
death warrant. Why did he trust her? Collapsing on the floor, Legolas wept silently. His tears ran down his 
fair cheeks and fell to the cold floor. Aniond and Isorfir bowed their heads in despair. Their eyes were 
closed, but that didn't stop their tears from escaping. Legolas too closed his eyes and images of his brother's 
broken body filled his mind. He was deathly still and pale. This only made Legolas weep more. But his 
visions were interrupted by the sound of metal scraping with metal. He jerked his head to the side, 
expecting to see guards and Lord Athnamion, but instead, much to his surprise, he saw Lomadia standing 
by the door, trying to turn different keys in the lock. He jumped to his feet. 
"What…what are you doing?" he stammered. Lomadia looked up at his startled face. 
"Your brother needs help, doesn't he? He wont last if we don't get to him soon."
"What? We?" Legolas asked confused.
After trying three or four different keys, Lomadia pushed the cell door open and stood under the iron frame. 
She had changed from her radiant gown to simple riding wear. She had, on her back, a bow and quiver full 
of arrows.
"Come on, let's go. Quick! Before I change my mind!"
Legolas, Aniond and Isorfir followed Lomadia out of the dungeons and down many winding corridors. It 
was dark and silent. Everyone was sleeping. Every now and again, the four would have to hide in the 
shadows behind pillars as the occasional guard patrolled the hallway. Eventually, they reached a small 
storeroom. It was here that the elvish weapons were being kept. 
"Hurry, we cannot linger or we shall be found, then we will all be thrown into the dungeons." Lomadia 
urged the elves to move swiftly. She led them out into the yard and towards the stables. The three elvish 
stallions whinnied and jumped about when the heard the stable doors open. But when they saw their 
masters their spirits were lifted and they snorted softly. Lomadia mounted Tathiel and waited for the elves. 
Through the dark, she could see Legolas's face. She watched him as he mounted his horse. Legolas froze 
for a moment. He could feel her eyes on him and turned to meet her gaze. He gave her a soft smile of 
thanks and Lomadia felt her heart lighten. She smiled back and turned to the others. With a nod and a 
whisper the company rode off into the night. 
Chapter 6
Legolas collapsed on the soft grass and rested his back against the trees. He watched the ripples in the river 
grow as Lomadia dived in and out of the water. His mind was filled with anger and frustration. Although he 
knew that Aniond's intentions were good, he couldn't help but feel angry at what he had said. His choice of 
words was diabolical. He was being pressurised enough already; he didn't need Aniond to make things 
worse. He closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down, but he felt like screaming out at the world. 
Suddenly, his hand felt icy cold and he jerked away. Lomadia looked up at him from the edge of the river. 
She could see he was tense but she didn't say anything. Legolas looked at her as she climbed out of the 
river to approach him. Her wet hair shone in the failing light of the sun and her whole body glistened as the 
water dripped off of her wet clothes. She crawled over to him and seated herself beside the tree he was 
leaning on. 
"Don't be angry, Legolas." She whispered. She had been watching Legolas and Aniond before and although 
she hadn't heard what they had said she had a pretty good idea what had happened. Legolas smiled at her. 
"Aniond is just trying to help. He means no harm."
"It makes no difference whether he meant what he said or not. He is trying to get involved with something 
that doesn't concern him. It angers me the way he talks; he always speaks ill of you. He and Isorfir won't 
even give us a chance." Legolas replied sadly. His anger had almost melted away into sorrow.
"We do not need their permission to be together. No one can tell us what we can and cannot do." Lomadia 
drew closer to Legolas and looked deep into his clear blue eyes. They could tell each other so much without 
having to say a word. Lomadia felt a burning desire inside of her. Without hesitation, she leaned over and 
gently kissed Legolas's warm cheek. Legolas almost felt as if a spark had just set off inside his heart. The 
feel of her soft lips on his face was enough to melt his soul. He turned his head until his lips brushed with 
hers. Lomadia felt her heart beat wildly in her chest as he touched her. Suddenly everything became clear. 
This was it; this was what she wanted. This was what she had longed for. Legolas was lost in a dream. He 
felt powerful, like nothing could ever touch him anymore, and yet he felt weak, as if she was draining his 
strength from him. He cared not who saw them, or what they thought, he cared only for her. He wanted to 
hold on to this moment and never let it go. Fear no longer troubled their hearts. 
Lomadia broke away from Legolas, her eyes searching his. A smile spread over her face and she lay her 
head gently on his chest. She closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep as Legolas stroked her fair hair. 
Lomadia fell into an eerie dream. She saw the trees of Anbrethil growing tall around her. A sweet aroma 
filled the air, but the forest was unusually quiet. There was something different about the air she breathed. 
It seemed thinner, but she didn't let it bother her. Something else had grasped her attention. In amongst the 
trees stood a cloaked figure, their head bowed low. It didn't move, but stood leaning against the trunk of a 
tree. Lomadia approached the figure half expecting it to run away, but still it remained motionless. The 
closer she became, the clearer the figure's features, and then it hit her. The figure was Legolas. A smile of 
relief and happiness grew on her face and she hurried towards him. But the smile soon faded when Legolas 
failed to move. His face was expressionless and his cool blue eyes starred at the floor. Lomadia stretched 
an arm out and gently touched Legolas's cheek. It was icy cold, as if frozen. A wind blew passed, causing 
her hair to fly back behind her. A strange feeling overcame her and she swung round on her heels. There, 
not far away, stood her father, tall and proud. His face was stern and intimidating and his cold eyes were 
starring at her. Lomadia couldn't hold his gaze and so turned to face Legolas, but jumped back when she 
saw he had moved. His eyes were no longer starring at the floor, but at her and it frightened her. The wind 
blew again, but this time there were whispers. Familiar whispers. Voices hovered in the air and made 
Lomadia tremble. Legolas and Lord Athnamion, unaffected by the wind, continued to star as ghostly 
images flew about Lomadia's head. The spoke to her, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. In 
fear and desperation she called out to them, but her cries were not heard. She couldn't understand what they 
were saying to her and it made her head spin wildly. She felt like screaming out at them in her frustration. 
Finally, she could bear the cries no longer and, collapsing to her knees, burst into a flood of tears. 
Everything went silent. Deathly silent. And Lomadia slipped into a dreamless sleep. 
The morning did not look promising. There was a chill in the air and a cold wind blew about the trees. 
Lomadia, woken from her sleep by the howling of the winds and the cold, stood starring up at the sky. 
Thick, grey clouds were forming above and they covered the whole of Anbrethil. A storm was brewing. 
"Legolas." She whispered. The elf was also awake, but he hadn't move from where he slept. He had 
wrapped his cloak around him for warmth. He looked up at Lomadia. 
"There is a storm brewing. It will not be light, we should leave before the rain starts to fall."
Legolas nodded and without saying a word, he rose to his feet and went to wake his companions. Lomadia 
watched him as he whispered into Aniond's ear. She frowned with confusion. Why didn't he say anything to 
her? Lomadia pondered for a while. Could it be that he was regretting last night? That there was nothing 
between them? Her eyes fell to the ground. What if he felt nothing for her? What if it was just a mistake? 
No, no she was wrong. It wasn't a mistake, it was meant to happen. It had felt so right being with him. 
Lomadia shook her head, blocking these thoughts from her mind and started thinking about her dream. It 
puzzled her greatly. She knew it meant something, it had to. It was like the dreams she had had before, 
when she was still at the palace. Lomadia's concentration was broken by a musical yet untrusting voice. 
Aniond was calling her; his tone of voice was impatient. Lomadia sighed, her mind still preoccupied with 
her dream. The company climbed the slope and mounted their horses in silence. Every now and again, 
Lomadia would take a quick glance over in Legolas's direction. He didn't look at her once. This made 
Lomadia feel uncomfortable. The company cantered steadily through the trees. 
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Meruth halted his horse and dismounted. He crouched down on the floor and searched the ground for 
prints. Another scout and a close friend of his soon joined him.
"Meruth, have you found anything?" the tall scout dismounted and crouched by Meruth's side, his brown 
hair hung out from under his helmet. 
"No, Eraniar, I see no prints." His voice was disappointed and tired. The scouts had been searching all 
night, but with no success. Eraniar looked at his friend and laughed quietly. Meruth eyed him. He didn't see 
what was so funny.
"What makes you laugh?" he asked, feeling slightly annoyed.
"The reason you see no prints in the ground is because elves are light of foot! They leave no tracks! Did 
you learn nothing during you training?" Eraniar mocked him.
"Well, my friend, I learned more than you did" Meruth replied smugly, "For it is not elf tracks I look for 
but horse tracks. No one could out run our horses on foot, not even elves."
Eraniar felt immensely stupid and lowered his eyes to the ground, trying to hide his embarrassment. Meruth 
laughed at his friend and continued his search. Suddenly a voice from behind called to them. 
"Meruth, Eraniar, we have found some tracks! Come quickly!"
Meruth jumped to his feet and hurried towards a group of scouts. He pushed his way through the crowd and 
starred at the floor. 
"Here." Pointed the scout who had called to him. Meruth bent down and to take a closer look. Sure enough 
there were the tracks of horse hooves imprinted into the grass. 
"Yes. These tracks belong to the elvish stallions. But there are only three. These tracks were made by four."
"Perhaps one of the tracks belongs to Tathiel. Our princess's horse." Suggested Eraniar.
"Why would the princess take her horse if she was being kidnapped? It doesn't make any sense. Another 
traveller may have joined them. Another elf maybe. "
"It doesn't matter anyway." Eraniar protested. "We have found their trail now and it will not take us too 
long to catch up with them. We will get our princess back and find out who this mystery traveller is. If it is 
another elf we will have four prisoners to take back to our Lord instead of three. Perhaps he will re consider 
punishing us if we bring them all back to him unspoiled."
Meruth's spirits lifted at this thought and he rose to his feet.
"Come." He called to all of his scouts. "We have some hunting to do."