EPIC RESCUES: Legolas and Menelya - Flight from Trojan War Part #2 Time: 2300 BCE (approx)

Note: Because "action" will be taking place on several fronts, I have selected to write the rest of this series in the 'third person' motif so it will be easier to follow.
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Inside the tent of Achilles, Ciryatan, the Telerin Elf stood back from the crowd gathered within. His master, Achilles, was in a terrible argument with the Lord of the Achaean armies, Agamemnon.

Achilles was finally hearing why the god, Apollo, 'god of the silver bow', the 'distant deadly archer', had for nine days sent a plague of arrows into their encampment killing many Achaean soldiers. It was because Agamemnon refused to give up his prize, the daughter of Chryses (who was priest to Apollo).

Ciryatan felt nervous! He knew his master well! As Agamemnon claimed during the argument, Achilles was the most violent man alive! Ciryatan believed it! He knew Achilles could kill Agamemnon without blinking an eyelash!

The Elf moved slowly toward the tent opening. He needed to get a breath of fresh air!

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Outside the tent, Legolas and Menelya moved slowly toward the tent opening. They tried to avoid the small groups of Achaean soldiers all about and were doing pretty good until they got to the tent opening and a huge soldier stopped them.

"Halt!" he commanded in a tongue Legolas did not understand; he peered at them, trying to recognize them but evidently didn't. "State your names!"

Legolas froze! He was glad they had leather helmets that also hid most of their faces!

But Menelya could speak their language, and she now took on a deep, manly-type of voice, unlike her usual soft tone. "Our names are of no importance," she told him, "we wish to go inside the tent. We have been told that any of us may hear the dispute if we so desire?"

"The tent is full," he told her, "Go back to your ranks."

Legolas hoped Menelya would not argue with him over it!

"We have done our duty for today," she said, "we will wait for an opening."

"Suit yourself," he said, "but move away from the front here."

So they moved away, but not too far. "Menelya," Legolas said to her softly, "surely we can find a better time and place to contact the Elf? Do we have to be right here with all these soldiers about?"

"The Elf is kept close to Achilles and his closest friends and is hardly ever alone, day or night. The quicker we can get himaway somewhere safe, the quicker we can go rescue the maiden...and get out of here!"

"How come we don't rescue her first?"

"She is in no danger from Paris...yet. Ciryatan lives in danger daily."

Legolas didn't agree with Menelya's thinking. He still would have tried to rescue the maiden first, but Menelya was the boss!

A lone horse then caught his eye! A beautiful, shiny black stallion hitched to a post at the side of the huge tent. Menelya was busily pondering deeply some idea or plan in her head and not paying attention to Legolas...so he strayed over toward the horse. He thought it odd that no guard was about the stunning creature. It was magnificent! As he got closer, the steed looked at him and shook his head twice as if to say 'go away!' But he walked right up to it and talked Elvish to it and stroked its neck. and that's when all hell broke loose! Where those guards came from he didn't know. But within seconds they had grabbed him and clubbed him up side of his head and he passed out!

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Ciryatan never reached the tent opening to bet his breath of fresh air, as the argument between Achilles and Agamemnon exploded. Agamemnon finally said, however, he would give up his prize, the girl chryseis, but in turn, would take away the prize given to Achilles earlier, the girl Briseis, and keep her for himself!

Everyone in the tent gasped! Everyone knew Achilles thought this an insult! Achilles drew the long, sharp sword slung at his side...would he kill Agamemnon right then and there?

Ciryatan's heart almost stopped beating. Though he did not love Achilles and hated the brutality of the man to so many others, he had been kind to him! And Ciryatan had become loyal to the man. And more than anything, he hated to think what might become of him if Achilles was to die...for too many men had strange designs on him, but dared not touch hm as they knew Achilles would slay them and every blood-relation if they did! Ciryatan cursed his fair Elvish looks!

The tension was enormous in the tent! Achilles stopped, hand on silver hilt, then suddenly turned about as if by some Unseen Force and listened...then, shoving his sword back into its sheath, turned to rage his words upon Agamemnon once again. Insulting words he flung at the King!

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Outside the tent, Menelya was distraught! Soldiers had knocked Legolas and taken him off toward the harbor? How could she have let such a thing happen to him! then to top it off, as she stood there...she became aware of two Immortal Spirits flying through the air, into the tent. What to do! She became invisible, too, intending to follow the guards that had Legolas in hand...but before she did...those two Immortal Spirits left the tent and espied her!

"Hera!" Athena exclaimed. "Look! An alien Maia!"

Menelya gasped! But before she could soar away, the two powerful Immortal Spirits swooped up her spirit and took her away!

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Back inside the tent, Ciryatan strained to hear the still on-going argument above the murmurings of the crowd around him. The words of Achilles against Agamemnon were scorching and he made an oath, and dashed the meeting-scepter to the ground!

The King rose and approached Achilles full of wrath...but an old man, a King himself, Nestor, arose between them and spoke words of wisdom to both, trying to calm both men.

Ciryatan took this opportunity to edge closer to where Achilles was seated.

But Nestor's words fell on hard ears and when after each had one more chance to speak bitter words, they both jumped up to depart.

Achilles spotted Ciryatan and yelled at him, "Come! Quickly!" and the Elf pushed through the crowd to follow upon Achilles heel, and they left the tent and headed for the black ship of Achilles.

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Legolas woke up in a small, dark cabin in what he could tell was a ship. He was in a lot of pain and dazed! "A ship...what ship...but I'm alive...they didn't kill me..." He couldn't understand that! And what was so wrong in stroking the neck of that black horse? Menelya...where was Menelya? He was alone in that room! All he could think of was, why had she not come to rescue him?

He tried to sit up but the pain in his head was too great! Where was Menelya!!

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On that same black ship, in another cabin furnished in a much more comfortable and decorative way, Ciryatan poured wine for his master. "Is there anything else I get for you?" he asked Achilles.

"No, but don't leave." he said, gulping down the wine.

Ciryatan bowed and went to sit on a seat near the pothole and his thoughts turned to his sister, Larien...he knew where she was and who she was with...with the man who caused this whole Trojan War mess...Paris. Personal handmaid, she was. Ciryatan wondered if he would ever see her again. He had given up hope that she and he would ever be rescued from this Olympian nightmare. He had stopped praying centuries ago. Iluvatar had forgotten them!

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While in the Halls of Zeus, Hera and Athena had Menelya under their powers. They had her in a room from which she did not have the power to escape! All Menelya could do was stand before them (and they all had now taken on seeable-forms).

"Quite beautiful, isn't she?" Athena said to Hera, looking Menelya up and down.

"Indeed, even more beautiful than Helen, perhaps," admitted Hera, "but let's not have a beauty contest again," she griped. "Okay, Maia...what is your name and where do you come from? That is what I want to know."

Menelya didn't want to answer, but she knew they could force it out of her, so powerful they were, so she decided to play along...to a point. "My name is Menelya," she told them, "I come from the West...of Middle Earth."

Both Athena and Hera frowned. "So, you serve the gods Manwe and Varda and that bunch."

"I serve only one god...Iluvatar...Manwe and Varda do not consider themselves gods...they are Valar..."

"I know who they are!" Hera retorted, "And do you know who I am? I am Hera! Wife of Zeus! Have you come to spy on us?"

"No!"

"Then tell me!" Hera screamed, "what are you doing here?"

Menelya didn't want to tell her! What a horrible predicament she had gotten herself and Legolas into! Poor Legolas! She didn't even know where he was or even if he was still alive! She had to tell Hera something! But how could she tell them the truth! Yet she didn't want to tell them a lie! So she told them nothing more!

Hera frowned...then smiled wickedly. "All right, Menelya, or whoever you are...have it your way. But it will do you no good. Eventually you will tell me what I want to know. I am in no hurry and you cannot escape here. I will tend to you later!" and she and Athena left.

Hot tears rolled down Menelya's cheeks as she prayed to Manwe, Varda, Iluvatar...she prayed they would keep Legolas was safe until she could get away!


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