Post by Admin on Mar 2, 2022 21:04:20 GMT
Author: Cassie Hughes
Rating: K
Summary: A short piece in which Sam marvels at the skills and of the fellowships elven companion after a demonstration of exceptional skill.
Characters: Samwise Gamgee, Legolas
Sam wondered at the power hidden within the slender, lithe frame of the woodland elf silhouetted against the dark sky on the riverbank as an unearthly scream rent the air way above the Anduin and far beyond any of their eye’s reach, apart from those of the elf it would seem.
The thrum of a bowstring heralded an arrow loosed in seeming futility except, to Sam’s astonishment, it struck it’s intended target true and with ear splitting effect as whatever foul beast had been overhead, numbing their senses with its dark intent, felt its sharp bite and fell screeching to the ground on the eastern shore.
A mighty shot in the dark.
The fellowship as one drew in a stunned breath and Sam, seated beside Frodo in the little boat bobbing on the water at the riverbanks edge marvelled at the mastery displayed. His admiration of their elven companion had gone from strength to strength since their party had first set of from the fabled and beautiful haven of Master Elrond’s home and here was but one more proof of its validity.
He had always held elves in awe, their grace and beauty went far beyond those of mortals, and everyone spoke of the great wisdom and knowledge they had gathered over their oh so long lives but now his views had been somewhat changed. Instead of the images he had always held of a serene race, spending their days in deep debate or lilting song, poring over ancient books or creating beautiful works of art he had realised that not all elves were the same and some were far more dangerous than he had ever thought possible.
Legolas was one such elf, so different from the elves of both Imladris and Lothlorien and Sam was beginning to understand why he had been chosen as one of their company. Not that he was any less graceful or fair, but his was a more fell beauty, especially in battle. He could be laughing and mischievous one minute then cold and deadly then next. He could be deeply moved by a fallen tree or blooming flower, allow a tender touch to revive a flagging sapling, yet pierce an orcs heart with pinpoint accuracy and speed from a country mile away or separate a goblins head from his body in a single swift stroke of his white handled knife without so much as a blink of the eye. He had also proved to be fiercely loyal to those who merited his fealty and, in this Sam, felt as a kindred spirit, for how could he have ever allowed Frodo to make this journey without him.
As the company scrambled from the boats to join the prince on the riverbank, voices joined in congratulations for the marvellous feat just witnessed, a peace suddenly settled in the air. The far echo of many voices that had been wailing and cursing in the distance had ceased and the oppressive, darkness lightened with the fall of whatever the elf had brought down. Sam busied himself helping to find a relatively comfortable spot for Frodo as they all prepared to make camp for the night. He knew that tomorrow would be strenuous as they had to make portage to continue their chosen route and he wanted his friend to be as rested as possible for then, though he knew there was little likelihood of any of them managing to get much sleep.
Once everyone had settled into their chosen places to rest Sam found his eyes and mind wandering over to the spot where he had last seen their elven companion. There was no sign of him now. Blended as he was into their surroundings the hobbit knew Legolas would not be seen unless it was at his own will. Yet he drew comfort from the fact that he was there. Watching over them all. A fair yet fierce token of light in a world grown dark and threatening. The fellowships ever waking guardian and Sam’s own talisman against a longed for, distant time of peace.
Rating: K
Summary: A short piece in which Sam marvels at the skills and of the fellowships elven companion after a demonstration of exceptional skill.
Characters: Samwise Gamgee, Legolas
Sam wondered at the power hidden within the slender, lithe frame of the woodland elf silhouetted against the dark sky on the riverbank as an unearthly scream rent the air way above the Anduin and far beyond any of their eye’s reach, apart from those of the elf it would seem.
The thrum of a bowstring heralded an arrow loosed in seeming futility except, to Sam’s astonishment, it struck it’s intended target true and with ear splitting effect as whatever foul beast had been overhead, numbing their senses with its dark intent, felt its sharp bite and fell screeching to the ground on the eastern shore.
A mighty shot in the dark.
The fellowship as one drew in a stunned breath and Sam, seated beside Frodo in the little boat bobbing on the water at the riverbanks edge marvelled at the mastery displayed. His admiration of their elven companion had gone from strength to strength since their party had first set of from the fabled and beautiful haven of Master Elrond’s home and here was but one more proof of its validity.
He had always held elves in awe, their grace and beauty went far beyond those of mortals, and everyone spoke of the great wisdom and knowledge they had gathered over their oh so long lives but now his views had been somewhat changed. Instead of the images he had always held of a serene race, spending their days in deep debate or lilting song, poring over ancient books or creating beautiful works of art he had realised that not all elves were the same and some were far more dangerous than he had ever thought possible.
Legolas was one such elf, so different from the elves of both Imladris and Lothlorien and Sam was beginning to understand why he had been chosen as one of their company. Not that he was any less graceful or fair, but his was a more fell beauty, especially in battle. He could be laughing and mischievous one minute then cold and deadly then next. He could be deeply moved by a fallen tree or blooming flower, allow a tender touch to revive a flagging sapling, yet pierce an orcs heart with pinpoint accuracy and speed from a country mile away or separate a goblins head from his body in a single swift stroke of his white handled knife without so much as a blink of the eye. He had also proved to be fiercely loyal to those who merited his fealty and, in this Sam, felt as a kindred spirit, for how could he have ever allowed Frodo to make this journey without him.
As the company scrambled from the boats to join the prince on the riverbank, voices joined in congratulations for the marvellous feat just witnessed, a peace suddenly settled in the air. The far echo of many voices that had been wailing and cursing in the distance had ceased and the oppressive, darkness lightened with the fall of whatever the elf had brought down. Sam busied himself helping to find a relatively comfortable spot for Frodo as they all prepared to make camp for the night. He knew that tomorrow would be strenuous as they had to make portage to continue their chosen route and he wanted his friend to be as rested as possible for then, though he knew there was little likelihood of any of them managing to get much sleep.
Once everyone had settled into their chosen places to rest Sam found his eyes and mind wandering over to the spot where he had last seen their elven companion. There was no sign of him now. Blended as he was into their surroundings the hobbit knew Legolas would not be seen unless it was at his own will. Yet he drew comfort from the fact that he was there. Watching over them all. A fair yet fierce token of light in a world grown dark and threatening. The fellowships ever waking guardian and Sam’s own talisman against a longed for, distant time of peace.