"She was a beauty! I never did fancy
a dwarf so much as her. But life moves on! It was nothing more than
an obsession not a true feeling. Now what about you master elf? An elven
maiden must have caught your eye once upon a time!" Gimli spoke
joyfully while smoking his pipe. Legolas detested such things as pipes,
but laughed as Gimli tried to create shapes with the smoke. Once Gimli
had asked the question Legolas stiffened. His eyes were suddenly sad.
Gimli noticed the change in Legolas' emotions so tried to cheer him
but the question still fascinated the dwarf. What could make Legolas
so tense? Finally, after making Legolas laugh several times he asked
the question again. Legolas trusted the dwarf and he felt that he could
never keep anything from him. Once calming himself the second time after
Gimli's question he asked himself: why do you keep the truth from everyone?
They always say that it's better out than in!
"Legolas?" Gimli asked.
"Sorry but it's not a story I've ever told anyone in full."
"Well I am honoured."
"I suppose I should tell you now I've told you. So here it goes..."
The blue dragon necklace shone upon her breast. She looked at the pendant
once more before looking up into two friendly blue eyes. She whispered
a thank-you then walked to the nearest seat. Then looked wondrously
into the pendant. It was a smooth, round blue stone with swirls of mists
moving inside it. Wrapped gracefully around the stone was a small dragon.
She heard footsteps walk towards her so glanced up into the familiar,
friendly blue eyes. A small smile formed on her face.
"Luewyn," the women with the friendly eyes said, "You
are not alone. The world is a vast place and you may be unique but someone
will understand. Even as I try too I cannot understand your life fully."
Luewyn thanked Siera for her kind words, but she still wondered what
she had meant. Searching around the garden, Luewyn's eyes fell upon
her brother. Calavain was one of the royal guards. He smiled at her.
The prince stepped in front of her. She looked up into his blue eyes.
They were as friendly as his mothers eyes, yet they looked at her differently.
In the prince's eyes there thrived a different love for her. A deep
love for her. He didn't admit it but Luewyn could see from his eyes.
She was gifted in that she could see others deepest feelings in their
eyes, however much they tried to hide it. Her smile grew ever more beautiful
as he sat down. Luewyn knew she would never be allowed to let their
love thrive because of traditions but she could not withhold herself
from the feeling. Thrainduil walked across the far end of the garden.
Luewyn stood and Curtsied, as to not look disrespectful in front of
the king and to not show the feeling. Legolas' mother did not live with
Thrainduil for much of the year but lived in lothlorien. There Luewyn
and her family had lived and protected the Queen of Mirkwood. In that
time Luewyn and Siera had became friendly. Legolas looked questioningly
at Luewyn's curtsy. Then followed her gaze to see his father looking
from the far end of the garden. It was a celebration of the queens return
at mid-winter. Once Thrainduil had left the garden to enter the great
hall, Legolas sat. They did not speak for sometime because the garden
was far too crowded. Once there were only several other elves left,
Legolas held out his hand to Luewyn and led her to the great oak tree
overlooking the forest. It was a very tall tree that towered above most
others. They gracefully climbed up to a flat ledge-like branch and sat.
"That is a beautiful necklace." Legolas whispered.
"Your mother is a kind women and I am thankful that I am one of
her guards. She is an amazing elf."
Legolas smiled at the comment. "She is." there was a pause,
"the stars are beautiful tonight. Eärendil is most bright."
"how are your pets? I heard the wildcats are more in numbers now."
"yes. A new arrival came just two weeks ago. She is an albino."
There was a silence. Luewyn fidgeted, "someone draws closer."
They climbed further up into the tree out of sight. It was Thrainduil
and Siera. They spoke, but they seemed slightly troubled.
"The dragon is here. She is of my guard but she has not awoken
yet. Our son has an eye for her." Siera said.
Thranduil answered, "You cannot mean the child of the water. That
is nothing but a myth. There never was a child of the water dragon!
And what are you saying about Legolas?"
"He loves her." she replied. "The child exists. Her name
is known to us as Luewyn. She is of my guard."
Thrainduil denied Siera and stormed of in frustration. If there really
was a child of the water dragon then had to protect them with their
life. Everyone owed the water dragon their alligence. If their son really
did love her then war would erupt through middle earth, for people would
believe Mirkwood wanted the power if the dragon: however obscure that
sounded. Sauron would want to use the water dragon to destroy all resistant
forces of Middle Earth. If it was true the dragon should never be awakened.
Once all had turned quiet again the pair in the tree stared at each
"what was that all about?" Legolas questioned.
"I... I don't know." Luewyn looked worried, "what is
the water dragon?"
"Well it's a tale from long ago. Many people don't even believe
it! They say that there once was a water dragon. The only dragon friendly
with elves, dwarves and men. In the war of the ring, he came to help.
He was a mighty warrior but died when he saved the king: he took a whole
fleet of arrows to his breast. Several pierced into his soft under belly.
Each of them found their way into his heart. In his dyeing words he
said something about his child, that she could win the battle to come
for either good or bad depending who found and awakened her first."
"And your parents think I'm the child?"
Legolas hesitated then answered, "yes"
Silence fell once more. Luewyn drew one hand to the trunk of the tree.
She looked as if she was stroking it. It was hard to talk about anything
after the resent events.
It was getting very late. Luewyn excused herself and rushed to her chambers.
In the bedroom there was only a bed, chair and chest of drawers. The
room had been assigned to her earlier that day several minutes before
the conversation with Legolas' mother.
Meanwhile, Legolas had journeyed to his fathers study in search for
a book about the water dragon. On his way back to his privet chambers
he had walked into his father.
"What are you doing with that book?" he asked.
"Er... Nothing." Legolas answered looking around desperately
for an escape from his fathers questions. He had never lied to his father
yet and he did not want to start today.
Thrainduil looked at his son questionly. He raised an eyebrow at Legolas'
reply, then repeated the question. This time Legolas answered a little
"I wanted to read about the water dragon. It has been so long since
I last read this book. Is it true he has a child?"
Thrainduil hesitated. Then spoke quieter than usual, "Yes."
"You know something don't you? Please tell me! I don't like not
knowing." legolas said.
Thrainduil hesitated once more but this time he did not relax at all
when he spoke. In fact he started to look more and more anxious as he
spoke. "Yes, it is something I need to speak to you about, but
it will have to wait until tomorrow evening after your archery practise."
"Yes ada. I understand. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, my son."
Both Legolas and Thrainduil walked of more anxious than before and kept
looking back to the table near where they had spoken. They did not make
eye contact even though their gaze got very close to catching one and
Archery practise went well enough. Legolas' mind was elsewhere, but
he managed to look like he knew what he was doing. His skills still
awed the young elflings but any close friend of his would notice the
difference. By the time the session had finished many of the new younglings
to the archery practise were talking excitedly among one another. It
was time for his dad to explain what was happening.
The sky clear and cloudless. Legolas took a deep breath then ventured
into the palace. He was met by the usual greetings from the servants.
His fathers study was only several paces away when he had another uncalled
"Legolas, is everything ok?" a sweet voice called.
His mother walked out of the shadows of the corridor and in front of
Legolas. Noticing his mother would have been usual any other day, but
Legolas' mind was wondering elsewhere.
"Legolas?" the sweet voice called again.
"Nothing, father wants to speak to me about something."
His mother looked questionably back at Legolas, she knew there was something
more. She knew it was about Luewyn, but she didn't want to loose her
son even to such a noble women as Luewyn yet.
"Surely it can wait? We will be leaving for our mid-winter picnic
soon. You may join Luewyn in the guard if it pleases you."
Legolas stared in horror at the orcs. At least thirty were marching
towards them. They were alone, but they had to protect the queen who
was having a mid-winter picnic with Thrainduil. they both drew their
bows and aimed. By the time the orcs had got too close for them to use
their bow and arrows, there was only seven orcs. Luewyn numbed out of
the tree first with a long sword drawn. Before she had landed, she had
already killed two orcs. Legolas followed. The elves used great speed
and skill while fighting. An Orc arrow flew through the air and embedded
itself in Luewyn's shoulder. She gasped and stumbled backwards. There
were only three orcs left now. The Orc Luewyn was fighting used her
stumble to make another blow to her right side. Luewyn screamed in pain
as the Orc wrenched it's blade out. Legolas had, by this time, killed
the other orc, so he threw his sword into the Orc who was fighting Luewyn's
chest. The Orc fell to the floor dead. There was one Orc left, he was
hiding in the shadows of the trees with his bow drawn. He let the last
arrow he had, loose and ran back to the Orc campsite, several miles
away. The arrow hovered In the air for, what seemed like, a minute or
two. Then the arrow soared down to it's victim. Legolas looked up in
horror as he saw the arrow come. His feet were glued to the forest floor
were Luewyn lay. Luewyn could bot get up now for the arrow was poisoned,
but she used the last of her strength to push Legolas over. The arrow
just scrapped his shoulder as he fell. Luewyn's breathing was fast and
jagged now. The poison was moving fast around her body making her feverish.
Legolas quickly scooped up Luewyn's body and rushed to the clearing
were his mother and father were eating peacefully. Luewyn could make
no protests now because even moving her lips caused her great pain.
"Naneth, Adar help us please," Legolas said.
Siera rushed to her sons side and looked at Luewyn. She gestured for
him to take Legolas to the picnic mat. Legolas gently lay her down on
the area that had been cleared of off food. Thrainduil new little of
healing but he did know hoe to heal poisons of Mordor if it wasn't too
late. He looked for the signs that the poison hadn't spread to the heart.
Everything seemed so wrong! The poison was acting too quickly and he
didn't have any healing materials on him. He cursed himself at this
then looked back at his patient. She was already supposed to be in a
fever but Luewyn had somehow clung to consciousness. Then he looked
at the veins that were visible on her body. To his horror the poison
had already gained entrance to the heart. He lent back then looked at
his son with sorry eyes.
"she cannot be saved, the poison has already got to her heart."
Legolas whispered a gasped no then lifted Luewyn's body into his arms.
He hugged her close.
"Do not worry for me. I will see you again. Maybe not in this life
but one day. Your journey lies beyond the seas Legolas. But first you
must fight through this life. Just don't follow me intensionally. Namarie
Luewyn started to loose consciousness and her breathing lessened and
heartbeat slowed. She was leaving.
"No please don't go!" Legolas whispered tearfully but she
was already gone. The water dragon's child was no more. She looked at
peace once more. The hand that was in his fell limp. Something was there,
in her hand. It was here necklace. She had meant to give it to him before
she died. But didn't have the strength to.
Legolas rested a small kiss on here forehead. "Namarie Luewyn."
Legolas gently rested Luewyn's body on the picnic rug and wept.
Gimli had been silent for the most part of the story except for the
odd quiet gasp. This time Gimli gasped the loudest. Legolas had a small
tear track down the right side of his face. Legolas quickly realised
what Gimli was looking at then wiped the tear away.
"what did she look like?" Gimli asked quietly.
A small smile swept across Legolas' face then disappeared as quickly
as it came. "She had dark brown hair and blue eyes as deep as the
whole sea you cross to reach Valinor. Sparkling like Eärendil itself.
Her smile was as sweet as the spring mournings with small dew drops
shimmering on the spider webs." Legolas looked distant. He looked
like one who was dreaming, dreaming a most wonderful dream. "She
was always smiling, yet not always happy. She always wore blue."
He gestured to the necklace he wore, "this was the necklace given
to her by my mother. Blue is such a beautiful colour..."