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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Chapter XVIII

The armies of Middle-Earth were gathered in a hall of Gondor. Splitting the armies was a long aile. Lining it was the elves of Lothlorien wearing the armor of the second age.

The dwarves carried axes and were posted behind the elves of Lothlorien. The men of Gondor were in formation with swords drawn and and shields shining. The hobbits were forming their own ranks behind them. The men of Rohan were on there horses in the back of the lines along with the elves of Mirkwood on horseback. Both armies were carrying the banners of Lothlorien, Mirkwood, and Rivendell. On the floor was a long green mat. On it were curving and intersecting thin lines.


Suddenly, trumpets sounded and out marched a long line of elves, men, and dwarves. It began with two dwarves carrying banners of King Dain. Behind them marched two dwarf guardians with there axes shining on their shoulders and black dwarven blades on their backs. They wore silver shirts of mail and over that, they wore bronze and silver belts which were covered with thin sheets of steel crossing in front of the mail. On their heads they wore silver helms. Behind them marched the axe throwers wearing the same armor. Behind them were the pikemen, and finally the two body guards, and King Dain himself, and two more bodyguards. The four bodyguards wore shirts of mithrill mail and mithrill breastplates. They carried broadswords and red shields. King Dain had his long white beard in two braids and he wore a leather shirt and a bright coat of gold mail and pants with brown boots.


Then came the Men of Gondor. The Royal guards were first wearing their blue capes, helms with white feathers and bright armor.


Following them were six knights of Gondor on horses. The Horse had shining armor and chain mail on his head. The knights carried long spears and swords at their right side. On the left was a shining silver shield.


Finally, in strode King Aragorn Ellasar and Queen Arwen at his side. Aragorn wore a silver chain mail shirt and a blue juppon with the tree of Gondor on it. He wore silver gauntlets which also had the tree of Gondor. On his head was the crown of Gondor. At his side was Anduril, the flame of the west in a silver and green sheath which Galadriel had given him many years before.


In front of Aragorn and Arwen was their son. He wore a shirt of mithrill and over it was a blue juppon also with the tree of Gondor. He wore pants of mail and black boots. On his head was a silver circlet.


In the back of the line came the elves. Five elves marched in wearing the armor of the second age. They carried long elven spears and shields. Then came the archers. They wore the mirkwood ranger clothes. On their backs they wore quivers with twenty-four arrows in each.


In walked Legolas. He wore nothing on his head. He was wearing a tunic which went down to his knees. He walked forward majestically and all the elves pointed their spears pointing diagonally towards the sky. As he walked up the aisle he saw his crown in the hands of Eruanna Took who was carrying it on a pillow. Now was the time he was to receive the kingship of both the High Elves and the Wood Elves whose rings he now wore on his neck.


He walked to up the stairs and knelt. Yaviel approached and placed a silver crown on his head. He rose and turned towards the people.


"The battle is over! The storm is lifted!" said Legolas. The elves began to cheer. "I now acknowledge a soldier of this battle. Dramorion, step forward!" Dramorion walked forward with his wife, Eliniel* next to him. His wife was dressed Aragorn drew a sword from a sheath, which was being carried by a dwarf, and approached.


"I knight you, Sir Dramorion, and make you Earl of Dale."


"And may I add that I commend his skills in battle!" called a short Eruanna at the back on the thrones.


All the people laughed.


Dramorion bowed and received the sword gratefully. He then turned and walked away.





"Elves of Middle-Earth." continued Legolas. "We have withstood armies twice our size and enemies who have killed hundreds of ten-thousands! We have saved Middle-Earth more than once. But this is not our age. The age of men has begun. The age of Elves...is ended. Our time is up. We go now to our true country, Valinor. The last voyage of the Elves."


With this, tears came into the elve's eyes. This was true. It was time to let the men take over. It was time to leave the home they had come to love to go to their real homeland. Their time was over. "Long live King Legolas son of Haldir!" cheered the elves. Legolas and his procession of elves marched down the aisle and went to prepare for this voyage.


To be continued.....


Written by Legolas: Danny


*Eliniel is Tolkienfanatic herself

2 comments:

Rose said...

Ha ha, you mean Earwen?

Lady Hannah said...

No. Tolkienfanatic is one who you know not...