EPIC RESCUES (Legolas & Menelya) Part 5 - Flight From the Trojan War

The next morning, Legolas was glad to see Ciryatan for a few moments when the Telerin brought him some bread, fruit and wine for breakfast.

"Can you stay to talk?" Legolas asked hopefully. "I need to tell you some things of importance."

"I cannot," Ciryatan replied, "but I perceive your errand here...but it must wait. Achilles is unstable, losing his prize, Briseis. You must be very careful how you talk to him!"

Then the guard interrupted them with a command in Achaean. "Ciryatan! You talk too long! Leave!"

So Ciryatan walked briskly away and once again Legolas was alone with his fears!

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In the Halls of Zeus, Menelya felt anxious in her room of no escape! Would the Olympian Maia, Alesia, keep her word and tell Apollo about her captivity? Would he even care to come talk to her about her plight? Oh, these Olympian gods! They were not like the Valar of Valinor at all! They were so reckless, so shameful, so envious, so violent, so...immoral! How could she trust any of them?

That afternoon, Alesia came to ask Menelya the same question, "what are you doing here in this country?"

"I give you the same answer, fair Alesia," Menelya answered, "no answer...but what of your offer? The gods have returned?" Menelya questioned, "have you spoken to Apollo of me yet?"

"I have," she returned, "he will visit you shortly. And beware of Hera this day as she is outraged over another matter. Thetis, mother of Achilles was here at dawn and got a nod from Zeus, which has made the Queen furious. Do not provoke her!" And Alesia was gone.

Menelya was scared, and she had every right to be! But she felt surprised and glad that the Olympian Maia seemed more friendly to her now and was even giving her bits of information!

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It was mid-afternoon when Legolas got another visit from Ciryatan, but this time Patroclus was with him.

"Come," the huge warrior said to Legolas, "we will take you for a walk on the beach and let you get some fresh air...but I must bind your hands and feet."

Legolas' heart leapt for joy at the idea of getting some fresh air...but cringed at the thought of being bound hand and foot! Yet he let Patroclus fasten the bronze cuffs to his wrists and the ankle chain to his feet. He wanted to get out of that cabin for at least a little while!

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Menelya waited for hours for the god Apollo to show up. Maybe he had changed his mind? Maybe the war had all his attention? She was glad, at least, that neither Hera or Athena had come to taunt her!

But of a sudden, there he stood! Magnificent Apollo! So huge and muscular and handsome and strong and...a laurel wreath upon his head! His silver bow and quiver swung upon his back!

Menelya nearly melted from his steady gaze but she could not look away!

"Alesia was right," he finally said, "you are beautiful...and virtuous? A rare delight in this place. I will return to hear your woe later for the war beckons me now. You are called Menelya?"

Menelya nodded, unable to speak!

And he left!

Menelya tried to relax but could not! She could not get Apollo out of her mind! Then a horrible thought struck her! Could it truly be? She was attracted to that god? She fell to her knees and prayed to Iluvatar to forgive her and keep her strong...for right then, she was afraid that if Apollo ever did make a passionate advance towards her...she might give in!

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Out on the beach, the men of Achilles sported along the surf, marking time, as their great leader Achilles sulked, his fury toward Atrides Agamemnon consumed nearly his every thought.

Patroclus prodded Legolas along the sand near the water, and the strong sea breezes whipped every man's hair this way and that. "You see our soldiers?" he said, giving Legolas a poke in the arm, "these here are real men! Ready to fight!"

Legolas watched them practice their spear-throwing and their skill at archery. "They are good," he agreed, "but they are not alone at such mastery."

Patroclus eyed Legolas curiously. "And what may you mean by that? You show a hint of pride in your tone? Would you like to compete with some of them?"

Ciryatan took the liberty of interjecting. "Do not speak too freely, Elf of Greenwood, you do not know the ways, the dangers of even the sports here."

Legolas eyed the Telerin. "I gather you, Ciryatan, have no love of such competition?"

Patroclus laughed! "Him? Compete with a sword or spear or bow? He has no skill as a fighter at all! But you, Elf from the West...you are of a different cut, you have a different spirit. Say yes or no...do you wish to compete or not? If you do, I will remove your cuffs, though the leg chain must stay. Speak up!"

Ciryatan gave Legolas a `please don't' look!

But Legolas had pride busting inside him! "Give me a bow," he told Patrochus, "I will challenge any bowman you have here."

Patroclus smiled wide. "Good for you! And I wish Achilles to see this, too! Go, Ciryatan, seek your master and tell him I wish him to watch!"

So Ciryatan scurried off to find Achilles.

Legolas' heart started beating fast now! The men on the beach were all trained well! But he had to at least try! He might lose, but at least he would get some exercise and be out of that suffocating ship cabin!


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