More To Worry About...

(Rosey, feel free to post your answers or anything if you'd like to...I just wanted to post again. :P )

Rosriel patiently answered every question I posed to her, until I could think of no more. It helped me to feel closer to my long lost family this way...even though I would never see them, knowing so much more about them...well I just couldn't put it into words. It was what I'd been longing for, since I was old enough to know the feeling of longing.

I released Rosriel from my interrogation, and stepped out of the group, to think.

"Ella?" Legolas asked.

I looked up.

"There was something...I was hoping to tell you...before the orc attack."

I tried my hardest not to show my disappointment. I'd been hoping he had forgotten. Or at least that he would have waited a little longer. I was enjoying my blissful ignorance. Sure I'd had my suspicions, but I always pushed them aside, thrilled with Legolas' friendship, and sincere in my belief that I needed no more than that. But if he were to marry...would our friendship continue as it was? How could it?

And I felt certain this was the topic he wished to speak to me about. It had to happen sometime. I always knew it would. Yet I still felt so unprepared for it.

"Ella?"

"Sorry. I...I know there is. But...if it's not too troublesome...Legolas, I would rather not hear it. Not yet."

"I must say it."

"But why, Legolas? Can not things continue as they have been? Until this adventure is over, let us continue to be good friends. Let nothing stop that."

"Is that what you want?"

"With all my heart."

He looked distraught.

"But..." I took a deep breath. "If you must...I will listen."

"It is not my wish to upset you."

"I know, Legolas. Just, say it as quickly as possible, and I will try to be gracious about it."

He bit his lip. "If it is that terrible for you I'll--"

"No. You need to say it. And I am willing to hear it. I want to. I'm your friend--friends listen when their friends need to speak."

Legolas nodded. "Of course."

After the excitement of our newest fellowship member had worn off, I took Rosriel--my sister! (it feels so good to say that word...to know I have a real, true, family...right next to me...someone I fit in perfectly with....it's amazing)--aside. "Did you know mother and father?" I asked. "Really and truly? Can you tell me about them?? There is so much I long to know."

Let me introduce myself......(my first post!)

Rosriel and Ella are running hand in hand, when they bump into a tall, female Elf, in a dark green dress, holding a bow.

"What’s the rush?” Chuckling, “You two seem much exited about something."

Both the girls answer at the same time, "We're sisters!!!"

Me, with a smile, "Well, I suppose that is something to be excited about. I take it you just discovered it?”

Rosriel exclaims, “Yes!” But Ella only stares at the Elf a bit cautiously, “Um....would you mind telling us who you are?”

With embarrassment, “Oh excuse me! My name is Tûrwethiel Merliwen, cousin to Legolas. I am one of the Greenwood Elves who came to your assistance.” With great grace, I curtsy and smile.

Wait a minute.. you're my WHAT?

I awoke from a troubled sleep and horrid dreams to a pounding head and Aldarion's worried face bending over me. Groggily I realized he was shaking me and calling my name. "Ow!" I moaned.

His face brightened with relief. "Rosriel, you are awake!"

"Which is to be regretted," I groaned again, trying to sit up. "Oh my head! What happened?"

"After you caught Elanor.."

I sat up quickly. "Elanor! Where is she? Is she alright?"

Aldarion pushed me back down again gently. "She is fine, though with a sore head as well, I imagine." He smiled.

I sighed with relief, "Then what?"

"She knocked you over backwards and you both crashed into this tree."

"Ouch," I rubbed my head. "No wonder it hurt's." I looked around, realizing something suddenly. "Wait, the battle, is it over?"

Aldarion helped me up, explaining, "We were close to being overwhelmed and had all but given up hope when a band of elves appeared in the nick of time and chased the orcs away."

I smiled, "How kind of them."
Seeing that I was alright now, Aldarion walked away to check on the others. Realizing I was a mess from rolling down the hill, I began brushing the leaves and grass from my dress and combing my hands through my hair. I touched my neck to fix my necklace where it lay hidden beneath my gown when I paused. "My necklace!" I gasped, "It's gone!"

Frantically I began shaking my dress, hoping it would fall out from somewhere. Ella came to see what was wrong.
"My necklace, it's missing!" I cried, searching the leaves now in desperation.

Ella bent down to look as well, "What does it look like?"

My hands pushed twigs and grass aside as I began describing it. "It is silver, a silver butterfly with wings of ruby, sapphire and mithril, small and..."

Ella's cut me off, "Does - does this, happen to, be it?"

I looked up at her strange tone of voice. "Yes!" I exclaimed with delight. "Oh yes! Thank you ever so much!" I grabbed it from her and gave her a hug all in one motion. "You don't know how much this necklace means to me." I looked up from fastening it around my neck and saw the strange expression on Ella's face. "What? What is it?"

She stared at me. "Your necklace, where did you get it from?"

Curious, I explained. "My father had a necklace like this made for my older sister, and when I was born, he had one made for me as well. I've never seen any other necklace like these."

"Your sister," Ella's voice cracked. "Your sister, where is she?"

"She dissapeared, a year after she was born." I looked closly at Ella, who had begun to cry. "Why do you ask? Is something wrong?"

She shook her head, reaching towards the neckline of her dress. My eyes widened as she pulled out a necklace identical to mine. "Why! Where?" I gasped.

Ella's voice shook, "When Elrond found me, I was about a year old. He said this necklace was around my neck." She began sobbing, "You are - we are..."

Realization dawned upon me and I shrieked, "You're my sister!" Sobbing and laughing we fell into eachothers arms. "It's you, it's you, it's you!" I kept repeating over and over.

She laughed. "Oh blessed orcs!"

We laughed and giggled and cried. "Come on!" I pulled her up, "Let's go tell everyone!"

"The whole world!" Ella cried.

Together we ran happily towards where the rest were gathered.

~Rosriel

Hardly injured at all?

I gritted my teeth and tried to tell myself that Anarion was justifiably a little worried. After all, orcs were rather frightening close up, and that big one had connected rather hard with my arm.

My attempt at patience didn't work, however. I did so hate to be fussed over!

"Anarion, I'm not dying, all right?! It's just an arm wound, it's not going to kill me!"

I tried to snatch my arm away, but he took a firmer hold on it as he carefully washed the dirt out of the wound from when I had fallen.

"Hold still, Lira. Don't jerk around so, you might injure yourself further."

I glowered in silence, wishing I could just pull away and do it myself without hurting myself in the attempt.

He glanced up at me, amused, a hint of a smile on his face.

"What, to impatient to sit still for even a moment?" he teased.

I simply glared at him.

"And did you find an encounter with orcs as exciting as you had thought?" he continued, and I gaped at him, my annoyance forgotten.

"Wha--How did you know about that?!" I exclaimed, blushing slightly as he grinned at me, looking more like a boy than a ranger.

"Elenatintil told me, when you first arrived, that you were disapointed not to have been waylaid by orcs," he said dryly, amused still.

My blush deepened, and I decided a change of subject would be wise, but I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Will you hurry up with that, it's not a mortal wound, I can barely feel it! I'm hardly injured at all!" I exclaimed impatiently.

He had finished binding the wound finally, and I stood up quickly.

And promply fainted.

"Hardly injured at all, are you, Lira," Anarion murmered as he quickly bent over me, anxiety in his voice despite the humor, but I did not hear it.

The Aftermath

Everything settled. It was hard to believe it had ended already. Who had won? And who had our rescuers been? Before I had a chance to answer either of these questions, Legolas was at my side.

"Ella! Ella, are you all right? Ella, you're bleeding. Please speak to me!"

I laughed, "Legolas, you're such a worrier. Of course I'm all right. How are the others?"

"Ella, you're bleeding."

"Yes, you said that. Wait, what?"

Legolas reached towards my cheek. I jerked away. "Ella?"

"Sorry," I said.

He tried again, and was successful this time. "You've been scraped, but it's not serious," he said.

"I could have told you that. I think I would have noticed had it been serious. Let's go check on the others."

"And meet our allies," Legolas agreed.

Attack! - Part 2

Aldarion whirled around as the screams of Elanor and Rosriel reached his ears. He saw them crash against the tree trunk and ran towards where they lay. An orc raised his sword over the inert girls. "Legolas! Shoot it!" he yelled as he fought his way through the rabble.

A bow string hummed close by and an arrow burried its self in the orc, causing it to topple over. The ranger looked about confused, for Legolas was still fighting off another orc. Elladan came next to him. "I think ranger's should start carrying bows."

Aldarion sighed. "Thank you Elladan." The tall elf smirked and turned away to fire his bow again. Aldarion began fighting as well, again moving towards Rosriel and Elanor, who were still unconcious.

"Elladan! Look out!" The cry turned him around again and he saw a large orc bearing down upon Elladan, vicious blade raised to chop down on the unsuspecting elf's head. As Elladan spun around, Aldarion lept forweward and sliced at the orc's arm. It bellowed, swinging his sword towards the ranger. He ducked, stabbing foreward and was thrown off balance as the orc kicked out and clouted Aldarion on the head. In a daze, he felt a hand pulling him upright and met Elladan's gaze. Something passed between them and with a new feeling of respect for the other, both returned to the fight.

Elenatintil fought her way close by during a brief respite. "This is hopeless," she panted. "There are just too many!"

"How are they all doing?" Elladan asked, slicing off a goblin's head.

She shook her head, "Alright, but not great either. Dior got a sword cut on his forehead and Lira has an arm wound." Her eyes twinkled. "Anarion however, is taking good care of her." Aldarion laughed. "How's everyone around you?" Elena then asked.

Aldarion looked overby Rosriel and Elanor. Thank goodness, no more orcs over there. "Unconcious," he replied.

Elena's eyes widened. "What happened?"

Elrohir cut off Aldarion's reply. "Another attack, and more are coming!"

All conversation was forgotten as those still able to fight did so with renewed desperation. Orc after orc charged up the hill. A feeling of hoplessness swept over Aldarion. This is it...

All of a sudden, the sound of horns blasted loud about them. Everyone, fellowship and orc, froze and looked about with wondering eyes. Horsemen appeared on the western rim of the valley and a clear voice rang out. "Death to the orcs! Elves of the Greenwood, charge!"

Hope and courage lept up again in the hearts of the Fellowship and they began to fight with new vigor and energy. The orcs quailed, caught between the deadly archers of the Greenwood and the furious fellowship and fled back into the hills. Aldarion and the rest ceased their fighting and watched as the elves pursued the orc band, slaying most of them. He took a deep breath of relief.
The battle was over.

Attack! - Part 1

Soon strike a good path that goes southeast toward the mountain pass. Path is lined with stones. Full moon. 233 miles from start. 1 miles since last location

We all lept up at the sound of Legolas, Ella and Samdo's shouts.

"Orcs!" yelled Samdo, waving his blue sword. "It's orc's it is!"

"Where?" Elena shouted back.

Legolas ran up and pointed back over his shoulder. We turned to see at least a hundred orcs, maybe more, swarming over the next rise in the land. Elrohir began issuing commands.
"Everyone, back up to this rise here, find some place to brace your selves against, where you won't be easily reached. Climb trees if you need to. Those without bows and arrows stay close to those who do! Now move!"

We hurriedly began finding safe places amongst the trees and boulders. Elanor sat with me in a tall oak and we both watched nervously as the orcs came closer, their harsh noises filling the air.
"Stay close to me," I whispered, drawing an arrow from my sheath and preparing to fire on Elrohir's command. She nodded silently, gripping her small sword tightly.

"FIRE!"

I began firing my arows rapidly on the oncoming rabble, hitting a target each time. Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, Elena, Ella, Aldarion and Anarion all had bows, as well as Vila. Samdo stayed crouched beside Aldarion, and I saw Lira with Anarion, and Raewyn with Elrohir and Dior with Legolas. I was relieved that we were all accounted for.

By now the orcs had come upon us and began attacking those on the ground and attempting to shoot the few of us in the trees. I kept firing down at the rabble, hoping and praying that this was it, and that more were not coming. I suddenly realized that Elanor and I were the only two left in a tree, and the rest were now on the ground fighting hand to hand.

"Should we get down?" Elanor touched my arm, looking worried about the jump down. I nodded. I was running out of arrows and if I used them all, then we would both be at risk at our elevated height.

"I'll go down first and make room for you to jump!" I lept down out of the branches without another word and pulled my sword. A large orc made a run at me and I killed him on my first stroke. Fighting furiously and getting further away from the tree then I had intended, I risked a glance back at Elanor. "Jump down!"

Suddenly my heart froze in my chest. Somewhere an orc had lighted a torch - probably from the remains of our campfire - and had just thrown it at the base of Elanor's tree! I cried out and tried to fight my way back through the orcs. Samdo had also seen her plight and was running towards her as well, roaring and chopping, till a sword hilt knocked him to the ground. "Jump!" I screamed.

Taking a large breath and screwing her eyes up tight, Elanor lept as far as she could into the air. I managed to catch her as she came down, just past the flames, and we thudded to the ground. My sword went flying out of my hand and we began rolling down the hillside. Trying futily to stop our descent, we crashed into a tree and everything went black.

Stupid Orcs, You Ruin EVERYTHING!

While everyone celebrated Elanor and Samdo's wonderful news, Legolas asked that I go for a walk with him. "I have...something important...I need to talk to you about."

I was reluctant. Well, that's an understatement. I dreaded the thought of what I knew must be coming.

We walked a little ways from the campsite. Far enough away that we would not be overheard, but close enough that we could still see everyone. Legolas turned to face me, taking my hands in his own.

"Ella..." he started. "Ellarian..."

My full name. This couldn't be good. I willed myself not to run away, though every part of me longed to do just that.

Legolas took a deep breath, released one of my hands, and gently brushed my now-curly hair away from my eyes.

I looked away. If I continued to gaze at those wonderful deep eyes of his, I knew I would be unable to control my emotions.

"Ella I--I have to tell you something."

"No, Legolas. Please," I whispered.

"You...don't want to hear it?" He looked hurt.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, backing away from him. "I'm sorry." It was all I could think to say.

He started to step forward, to close the gap I was forming between us, when both our thoughts and our eyes turned elsewhere. Orcs!

We raced back to the campsite, pulling out our swords as we ran.

Oh dear....

Reach Hollin Ridge. Large holly trees mark ridge. Day camp on Hollin Ridge. They plan to stay overnight, but after the crebain fly over, they leave at dusk. 232 miles from start. 12 miles since last location.


When I awoke today, I was a bit uneasy, so to speak, though I couldn't see rhyme nor reason why. I looked around some, but like I said, I couldn't see nothin'. So I just shrugged it off and went to join Elanor by the campfire where she was cooking breakfast.

She gave me a sweet little smile as I came up. "An' how are you this morning Samdo?"

"Oh just fine Elanor, and since I've seen you it's been finer!" She swatted at me playfully with her hand. "Hey now, I meant it!"

She laughed. "Here, take this knife and chop up these vegetables for the stew and then the morning will be finer yet!"

"Yes ma'am!" I nodded to her as I took the instructions and began to carry them out. I looked up slyly at her. "You've been getting in the habit of ordering me around, when we ain't even married!"

"Well, as I recal, you did propose!"

"Not properly."

"Well then?"

"My dearest Elanor Brandybuck of Buckland, would you do me the great honor of becoming my dearly beloved wife, just as soon as we can find a proper place to be married?"

Elanor smiled happily. "Samwise Meriadoc Peregrine Frodo Gandalf Took of Tukborough grandson of Peregrin Took I accept!" Applause broke out from the rest of the fellowship as I gave her a kiss and then there was laughter as she shooed me back to the vegetables.

Anarion rose to his feet. "Three cheers for our happy couple!"
"Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!" all exclaimed.

Laughing and blushing we both turned back to our chores. I shook my head with a smile, thinking about the first time I recalled having seen Elanor. I had only been about 3 or 4 years at the time, and she slightly younger. 'Twas at someone's birthday celebration, naturally. She'd been crying due to some hobbit knocking over her cup of cider and I went and helped her refill it. I laughed, she'd not let me out o' her sight after that.

I picked up my knife to start choping when I noticed that the blade wasn't as sharp as it ought to have been. I ran my finger along the edge and nodded ruefully. This wouldn't be safe to work with till it was sharpend. Settin' it down to sharpen after I had finished my job I took out Sting to use instead. My laughter at using such a famous blade to chop up vegtebles was cut short by a site that made my blood run cold. Sting had turned a pale, glowing blue, which as I knew all to well on account of the stories could only mean one thing. Orcs. Ohhhh dear....

~ Master Samdo Took