Title: The Silver Tear : Prologue Author: Crystar Rating: G Feedback: pervy_elf_fancier@ntlworld.com Celeborn came to find Galadriel sitting on her throne, slumped, in a very un-Elf like manner. He approached her and tilted his head onto one side. He couldn’t read the _expression on her face. “Meleth?” he said curiously. Galadriel continued to stare into space. “Our time here is over.” She said suddenly. “We lost many great warriors at the Hornburg. I have seen it.” Celeborn knew she referred to her mirror. “Any word of our captain?” He asked. “Haldir is dead.” She said, barely more than a whisper. Tears began rolling down her pale cheeks, and her Husband held her in his arms. “Boe naid bain gwannathar.” He told her. So Celeborn went to Sebion for advise. Sebion was a tall and striking Elf. His father had been a man, and his mother an Elf, so he stood out from the rest of his kind. His hair was a deep chestnut brown, unlike anything else in Lorien, and his children followed suit. Yet he was one of the most respected Elves on the high council of Lothlorien. When Celeborn told him of what had come to pass, he was not shocked. “We have more important things to take into account.” He said sadly. “Both Mirkwood and Lothlorien are now under attack. We must take word to the land of men.” “But we cannot be rid of any Elves. We need them here to defend the city Sebion.” “We could send my son; Albion.” “No.” Celeborn said quickly. “Albion is needed her for fighting. He is skilled.” “But we must let then know!” “What about your daughter…” “No! Algerena must not go!” “They will not find out. She will not tell anyone. You know she isn’t a social person. She’s so cold.” “But what if someone finds out?” “Then your name will be dishonoured. I will send word to her.” “I haven’t yet said she was going!” Sebion protested. “She is quite capable of delivering a message. She is our only choice.” ~*~ The leaves rustled in the trees, yet there was no wind. Algerena placed an arrow on her bow and shot at the tree, there was a squeal, and an Orc spy fell from the tree, dead. She sneered to her self. She heard footsteps behind her and turned on her heels, and in seconds had a knife at Celeborn’s throat. She lowered her weapon as Celeborn sighed. “You are very jumpy today child.” “Look!” she hissed and pointed to the dead Orc. “We are not safe here.” “Ah, yes…I have a job for you.” Algerena tilted her head on one side. “A job? What kind of job?” “A message. I need you to go to the land of Rohan, to Helm’s Deep and tell them we are under attack.” “That’s it?” she snorted. “I have to go all the way to Rohan just to…” “Yes, thank you.” Cut in Celeborn then walked away. “Go now!” he shouted over his shoulder. Algerena hissed under her breath. A message meant she would meet people. People meant talk. Talking meant socialising. Great. ~*~ Meleth=love Boe naid bain gwannathar=all things must pass away Title: The Silver Tear : I : The Arrival Of Algerena Author: Crystar Rating: PG Feedback: pervy_elf_fancier@ntlworld.com Aragorn stood looking towards the West, towards Mordor. He focused on the black smoke rising from deep inside its black gates. His thoughts strayed onto Frodo. Was he alive? How far had he got? Is Sam all right? He was flung from thought when he noticed a mounted figure approaching fast from the west. He took an arrow from his quiver and prepared to fire. Only when the figure was near that he realize it was an Elf. He shouted for the gates to be opened. Algerena stepped down from her horse and looked around herself. She looked to the smoke from Mordor and spoke in Elvish: "Mornië utúlië". Many crowded around her as she spoke. "I am Algerena, daughter of Sebion, high council of Lothlórien. I bring word from my father.” Aragorn noted that she looked happy to see the Elves, and they greeted each other like old friends. But when she saw Legolas her eyes were full of surprise and sorrow. Did they know each other? Legolas sat in the shadows. He watched from a corner Algerena's every move. He couldn't take his eyes off her. There was something about her that drew him to her. He did not know if it was her long mahogany hair, plaited and swinging around her shoulders, or the leather clothes he could just see behind her cloak. Or the indescribable way she looked at him, with her emerald green eyes. He had spoken with her, and she was very much as he had expected; an Elf in every way, yet she had the recklessness of a human child. She seemed to know him, because she had already known his name. She had asked him of his homeland, and had hung on his every word, and soon they were talking like old friends. A week or so passed and Algerena had suggested a feast to liven spirits, but on when it came to eat, Algerena was nowhere to be seen. This worried Legolas. She had just been there, laughing with Gimli and Éowyn. He got up and went in search of her. He made his way to the deeping-wall. There she stood, looking out towards the forests. “I had a feeling I would find you here.” He said coming to join her. She looked at him puzzled. “You long to be out roaming free. I see it in your eyes.” *I wish to help. I want to fight.* She began, her voice like bells: for she spoke in her native tongue. *But Théoden would never allow it. I see the way he treats the lady Éowyn: like a child. I can fight. I am allowed to protect my home land, so why not my world?* As she said all this he felt knew feelings brew up inside him. Suddenly he longed for he. But then he saw her ears prick-up. She swung round and dashed for the stairs. "Wait!" Legolas cried. "What is wrong?" "Ura-Kai! Approaching fast!" She shouted as she ran out of sight. They rode out to meet them, for they knew the Hornburg was still weak. Many troops shot glances at Algerena who had argued her way into helping. There were few, but considerable amounts were mounted on wargs, and so began the bloody fight. Legolas chose to use his bow, but all the while he could here Algerena’s curved Elven blades cutting the air, and gouging flesh. As his bloodlust reached its peak he saw something that made him panic. Algerena lay on her back with one of the fearsome wolf like creatures towing above her. As it bore down upon her he shouted to her. “ALGERENA!” But as he began to run to her aim, several arrows pierced his flesh at the shoulder and chest. He fell to his knees gasping for air, and he knew the arrows were poisoned. Algerena managed to throw of the creature and cut it down with her blades. When all enemies where dead, Algerena wiped her blood spattered face and looked around to make sure all her friends and allies were alive. When she saw Aragorn kneeling by a limp body, her heart missed a beat. She rushed over to Aragorn's side and gasped at the sight of the bloodied Legolas. As his vision failed, and his mind swirled, he heard her whisper in his ear: *I am as old as the hills and as wise as the world, but there is little I know of you. Don’t die Legolas.* ~*~ Legolas awoke lying on silks. Silks were placed over him, and he pulled them up to his face and smelt them. Wild flowers. Oh, how it reminded him of Mirkwood. He tried to move his shoulders, but let out a cry as a sharp pain flashed through him. Algerena appeared at his side looking woeful. "Aragorn thought he would lose you. We all did. How do you feel?" "Like I've just been to Mordor and back." Algerena stood silently in thought. She jumped when someone placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned round to see Aragorn's worried face. “Lord Aragorn.” She said surprised. *Algerena, I am puzzled.* He spoke in Elvish, for he knew she felt more trusting if he did. *Before you came to Rohan, did you know Legolas? You seemed to recognize him.* *When the company of the ring stayed in Lorien, I saw you all. I spoke to Frodo and Boromir. And I saw Legolas when they sang The Lament to Gandalf. He was so enchanting. But I do not come here for love. I came to defend my people. Not to be swept off my feet by a beautiful Elven warrior…* She clasped her hand to her mouth when she realised what she had let slip. *I will not tell him. You must do that Algerena.* ~*~ Legolas found Algerena on the Deeping wall once again. He watched her in the moonlight, the breeze playing with her long hair. She was wearing a silken robe, in emerald green, that hid her dainty figure. He walked up to her and stood beside her. *Why do you seek me?* She said, no more than a whisper. *I enjoy your company.* He replied. *And there is much I wish to speak to you about.* *We are Elves. There is little we can discuss that we can’t express with our mind and bodies.* She said, leaning back against the wall. He knew what she spoke of, but never before had he done it, that was of course: a certain state of being where you feel at one with your partner, a climax even more fulfilling than sexual release. *I want you to be…* He started *methron nín.* She walked up to him so he could feel her breathe of him cheek. He brushed a lock of hair from her face, and then marvelled at the silken texture of her skin. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a tight embrace. She found his lips with hers, and their lips crushed together in a bruising kiss. She could taste the bittersweet copper taste of his blood from the morn’s battle, and relished in its flavour. And as their passion still raged, they made it back to his room. Legolas awoke to birdsong. He sadly thought of Mirkwood. How he longed to be back with his people! He turned himself onto his side, and sighed as he saw the other side of the bed empty. Had the last night been nothing but a dream? He heard his door open, and smiled as he saw Algerena entering wearing little more that a silk sheet. She set down a tray on the bedside, laden with fresh fruit. She lent over and kissed him gently, then sat down to read. ~*~ TO BE CONTINUED... ~*~ Mornië utúlië=Darkness has come Methron nín= my lover Title: The Silver Tear : II : Honey And Dew Author: Crystar Rating: PG Feedback: pervy_elf_fancier@ntlworld.com Algerena left a trail of soft kisses down Legolas’ neck, while he tried to braid her hair. They both ended up in fits of giggles, and play fighting unaware of a pair of beady eyes watching. The eyes belonged to Gimli, who stared hard at the couple sharing a tender moment, and bit his lip in thought. He felt unwell. There was a new feeling writhing around in the pit of his stomach. He did not want to believe that it was envy. How could he be jealous of Legolas and Algerena? He found himself answering the question. Because she is beautiful, entrancing, mysterious. He hadn't felt this way since he had seen Galadriel of Lothlórien. It must be something about the Lórien Elves. Theoden called for a meeting. When Algerena got to the hall she sat in the circle of chairs that had been placed. She sat and read while she waited for all to arrive. She had never noticed just how many different people there were. There were men: Theoden, Aragorn, Faramir, Eowyn and many men of Rohan. Then there where the hobbits, Merry and Pippin. And Gimli: a dwarf, Gandalf the White wizard, and Elves, warriors of Lothlórien, herself and Legolas. Theoden called for silence. "Since the battle of the Hornburg, there have been continuing swarms of Ura-Kai. We do not know when they will strike, so we must be prepared. We must boost our defence. Does anyone have any ideas?" He looked around the circle as Gandalf stood. "I think it would be wise to have a regular scouting to the west. Only a few miles and back, but enough for they’re to be time to prepare if another army approaches." There were many nodding heads. "Weapons. They could be vital. I can make any weapon you need." Scoffed Gimli. There were many suggestions and Algerena looked over towards Eowyn, who sat with her head bowed. Algerena was struck with an idea. "Every one should be prepared for the worse. Eowyn can train the hobbits in the art of close combat, and I can teach them to use a bow and arrow. We're not useless." Theoden frowned. “You know how I feel about letting the woman fight…” “But Uncle!” Demanded Éowyn. “No! My word is law!” He spat back. “But my lord,” Began Aragorn. “They would not even be outside the walls of the keep! They would merely train the hobbits inside.” Théoden sat in thought for several moments before he nodding in agreement. ~*~ It was Gandalf's turn to stand watch. He circled the perimeter, staff in hand. Then he felt it. A surge in the forest’s energy: meaning Orcs. They had no intention of coming here, as there were to few. But his heart fell as he remembered that Algerena and Legolas had taken the hobbits on scout into the forest. He just hoped that they would be back soon. Legolas grasped Algerena’s hand. Something made it clear they shouldn’t be here. “We should go back.” He told her. “Merry! Pippin!” She called. The hobbits came flying from the bushes and ran head first into Legolas. “Orcs! Coming this way!” yelled Pippin, his head still buried in Legolas’ cloak. “How many?” Algerena asked; ears pricked and bow ready. “Um…a lot!” Said the hobbit, raising his head. “Run. Fast.” Legolas told them slowly. “Go!” He and Algerena both placed an arrow to their bow as the hobbits ran, then fled on nimble Elven feet. She was faster than him, and as he tried to keep up he tripped over a growing root and Algerena heard the crunch then the cry. Legolas didn’t have the faintest idea of how Algerena had got him back to Helm’s Deep. He remembered hitting his head, but that was it. “The hobbits helped.” Aragorn’s voice said making the Elf jump. “They came back, and sent Algerena’s horse.” “Where is she?” “She is speaking with the King.” Said Aragorn. Legolas frowned. Why hadn’t she stayed with him? “You wish to speak with her?” Said the healer. Aragorn must be more knowing than he thought. “Yes. Will you find her for me, friend Aragorn?” ~*~ Algerena pushed open the large wooden door and saw him lying on his back, playing with an arrow. She walked over and sat down on the bed. After a long silence she spoke: “At least we Elves heal fast. Your knee won’t take long to heal.” “Why do I fail?” He said. Bowing his head in shame. “I don’t seem to be able to concentrate anymore! And…you are always there to save me.” She lifted his chin and looked into his eyes. “Your time will come, when you will have to help me, when I need you most.” She stroked a lock of hair from his face, and let the blonde silk flow through her fingers. She let them run over his features, and then his lips, making him shiver. She let them stray to his ears, and she caressed their length. She then lent over him, her hair brushing his face. He placed his hand on the side of her face and looked lovingly into her eyes. He felt the plump, soft skin of her lips against his, and he moaned in pleasure from the taste: honey and dew. ~*~ “He needs his rest!” Aragorn said. “I won’t be long Aragorn.” Algerena replied coolly. She helped Legolas out of his bed and draped a cloak around his shoulders. Aragorn opened his mouth to speak, but she was already helping him to the door. She helped the prince along corridors, through doors and up and down staircases until she reached a balcony, somewhere Legolas had never been before. She sat him down on a stone bench and lent her head against his shoulder. *Why are we here?* He asked. *For this.* she said gesturing towards the orange sun, just about to set. The fading sun cast a dim light over the pair his thoughts drifted onto his fate. He had joined the fellowship in Rivendell to represent the Elves. He had served his best, but then the fellowship had broken when Boromir had been slain and Frodo and Sam had gone on to Mordor alone. They had continued to track Merry and Pippin, but had met Gandalf and ended up at Helm’s Deep and that is were he remained until the call came from Minas Tirith. He future was hidden from him. If he were killed, then he would die fighting, but if he survived the power of Mordor then would he do? He had planned to pass over to the undying lands, but know he knew Algerena. Would he stay with her for all eternity? He held her close, running his fingers through her hair, and as the sun slept, the moon rose. “When this is over,” she whispered gently “Will you go with me to see the gate of Moria light up? And to Hobbiton, to see the halflings?” He smiled to himself before answering. “And visit the lonely mountain. To Rivendell, Lothlórien and Mirkwood to see times of old. And all the world of men: Rohan, Gondor.” Algerena stood and helped her lover to his feet. She helped him back to his room so he could once again taste the honey and dew. Title: The Silver Tear : III : Many Burdens Author: Crystar Rating: PG13 Feedback: pervy_elf_fancier@ntlworld.com Algerena and Éowyn took the Hobbits out into the courtyard, where the woman presented them both with a sword that glinted brightly in the morning sun and the Elf watched as Eowyn taught. She was wonderfully skilled and showed the hobbits amazing moves. Then she stopped showing off and began basics, which they learnt quickly. But soon they began to fool around and all ended up on the floor. Algerena smiled to herself, but the smile turned to a concerned frown when Merry came to sit with her, looking tearful. “What’s wrong little Hobbit?” she asked quietly. “We once did this with Boromir. You know, trained and fooled around. But he died. It’s a pity you didn’t know him.” “I met him once,” She told Merry. “In Lothlórien after Mithrandir faced the balrog of Morgoth.” Merry flinched at the mere mention of the name. “He was a truly brave man, was Boromir. Yet, the ring would corrupt him.” She finished, with a look of questioning in her eyes. “It did.” He said bluntly. “He tried to take the ring from Frodo. Frodo is the one who is…” “The ring bearer.” She said. “I know I met him also. After he and Sam had seen into the mirror. We talked of happier times, but then of what he saw. He was scared, but he has great resilience.” She stopped herself from saying that the quest would claim Frodo’s life. Algerena then tried to teach the halflings to use a bow and arrows, but they didn’t quite get the hang of it. All the arrows they seemed to fire went upwards, and all had to run for cover, but unfortunately, as Eowyn ran, up went three screams and a sigh. Merry and Pippin ran around screaming in panic, while Eowyn stood clutching her wrist, and Algerena could see an arrow had gone all the way through her hand. She shouted for quiet, and sent the Hobbits off to find some athelas. “I’m going to have to take it out.” The Elf said seriously to Eowyn. “I know.” She replied hoarsely, and then gasped as Algerena twisted the arrow. “What will the athelas do?” “Nothing. We don’t need it.” Eowyn looked puzzled. “I couldn’t do this with the hobbits screaming. It will take them an age to find athelas!” They both chuckled, until vulgar curses spilt the air, after Algerena had removed the arrow while the lady had been distracted. ~*~ He held her face in his hands, and kissed her lips in relish. Then to her jaw line, and down to the pulse on her neck, where he flicked his tongue against it, drawing a moan from her lips. What a good idea it had been to visit the nearby river, and there they stood in the cool waters, up to their waist. A harsh breeze whipped their bare bodies, and Legolas felt Algerena’s nipples harden against his chest as she shivered. The prince gave a small chuckle and covered the hardened buds with his hands, watching her face as her mouth parted in a silent whimper. “Lle naa vanima.” He told her. “So are you.” She replied, pulling his head down for another searing kiss. He led her over to the bank, where he laid her down and quickly covered their bodies with his cloak, and their moans of pleasure were carried away on the cold wind. This was always the part he loved most during their sex. The aftermath: The part where they laid cuddling each other close, burying his head in her hair and feeling so close to her. But of course, he would never tell her that. ~*~ Days passed and they where kept busy by varied things, mainly the Hobbits. There was not a day passed when they didn’t moan about not having second breakfast or some other meal. Algerena enjoyed spending time with the little people. They were very friendly, and playful, and silly, everything she had missed from her childhood. So, one afternoon, when Legolas had gone for watch, she sat with Gandalf trying to learn to play a rather cute Hobbit game, which consisted of having to close your eyes and try to find the other players by following the rather rude sounds they made. Algerena was the best by far, and the Hobbits realized it was her Elven hearing after she was beating them seven to one. They all sat laughing but suddenly Gandalf saw Algerena fall silent, her eyes roll back into her head and he just managed to catch her as she fell to the ground. Algerena awoke feeling sick, a feeling she had never had before in her life, and it was horrid! She sat herself up and rubbed her head, looking around the room. In a corner sat Gandalf smoking his pipe. “Mithrandir?” she asked. “Did I pass out?” “Yes.” “I take it you know why?” she was suddenly worried. “Algerena…” he said coming over and taking her hand. “You are pregnant.” Algerena gasped. Wave upon wave of emotion flooded her. She looked at Gandalf for some form of joke, but there was only greyness. “You will tell him won’t you?” the wizard asked very seriously. “Yes but…” she began. “But Legolas is a prince! And we are not married! I don’t think it would be accepted among royals for a child to be born out of wedlock! And what if he is promised to another! And it isn’t safe to bring up a child in this world! A world ruled and governed by war!” “He must know!” Gandalf continued soothingly. “He is the father and you can’t hide this from him forever. One thing binds you to him: Meleth.” “But what if…” she began. “What if nothing. You trusted him up to now, why don’t you trust him to feel as you do?” “Feel as I do?” “I know you are happy.” His face held a look of knowledge. “Yes, but the question is: will he be?” ~*~ Algerena waited until she lay with her back against Legolas’ chest, curled underneath the sheets, before telling him. She found his hand and took it in her own, then placed it on her now-flat stomach. Then, quite clearly she spoke. “I’m going to have your baby.” Legolas propped himself up on one arm without taking his hand away from her stomach and looked her in the eyes. “Your serious.” “Yes.” She said her voice shaking. “I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t know whether you would send me from your site…but you needed to know…” “I would never send you from me!” gasped Legolas, cutting her short. “I love you! You are what I fight for!” “But we are not wed!” “I would rather you bore this child out of wedlock than us marry just to please those around us!” “You are a prince Legolas! I need to know, are you promised to someone?” “I probably am…” Algerena’s heart fell. “But I will not take them for a bride as long as I walk this earth. I have you.” A smile broke across her face and Legolas knew that it was the sun shining in his world. There was only them, there was no ring, no quest. At least for this night, he would feel as if everything would be fine. ~*~ Over the next week or so, it was peaceful, and at very opportunity, Algerena and Legolas spent as much time together as was possible. He would often place his hand on her stomach and talk to it in Sindarin-Elvish, which only they, the Elves (who were not around much) and Gandalf spoke. Algerena gathered that he was very happy about becoming a father. They had discussed that they shouldn’t tell anyone, for they need not worry about her safety, as worry was already hanging above Aragorn’s head. About his heritage and all. She had not seen him with anyone lately. He had spent time alone. But she knew exactly where to find him. He was in the armoury, practicing his blade skills. She drew her own curved blade from her belt and let the steel ring along the wall, and he turned his face towards her. “You are yet another who finds comfort in the knowledge that he could take down an enemy in a swipe of his blade.” She said with a smile. He saw what Legolas must see every time she did so; sheer beauty. “Why do you seek me?” he asked. “You carry a heavy burden. Gilraen took you from the crown to save you, and here you are now, having to face death for the people that you do not even rule.” “What are you suggesting?” he began, danger in his voice. “That I leave these people to die with no one to help them?” “I never meant anything of the sort!” she retorted, then her voice getting calmer again “I merely wanted you to know, I am here for you, whatever you need mellon nin.” He placed his blade in its sheath and she followed suit. Then he took her into a tight embrace. “Hannon le.” He said in her ear. “And if you ever need someone to talk to” he said holding her at arms length and looking at her perfect face. “I am here for you.” ~*~ Lle naa vanima=you are beautiful Meleth=love Mellon Nin=my friend Hannon le=thank you