A Daughter of the King – Chapter Five

by Jan 20, 2004Stories

Mandy saw that it was useless to argue with Legolas and quit struggling.

“Ah…so you’ve finally accepted your fate.” Legolas said seriously, his eyes twinkling.

“Yes, you despicable elf! Seeing as how I can’t do anything with a broken ankle anyway.” Mandy snapped, “Where are we going, Sir Kidnapper?”

“Well, I thought I would take you to my home in Mirkwood.” Legolas laughed as she started, “But I figured it’s too far. So, I think we’ll go wander around somewhere.” Mandy glanced swiftly up at him. He was looking down at her, smiling.

“Where are you going with that girl, Elf?” a gruff voice asked.

Legolas rolled his eyes, “Hello, Gimli.” He turned around. There stood the dwarf, laughing into his beard.

“Hello, Lad.” he answered, “You’re looking much better, M’lady. Is he treating you alright?”

“If creaming Aragorn with a pillow, then hiding behind me, kidnapping me, and having Aragorn, Gandalf, and Frodo all be in league with him, then I suppose he’s treating me alright!” Mandy caught her breath.

Gimli roared in laughter, “Then I am guilty as well, M’lady. I had some part in your `kidnapping’.”

“Oh! All you men!” she glared down at him, “If you start laughing, I swear, I’ll scream.” She looked angrily up at Legolas. His face was suddenly very grave.

“I will take you back, if you so wish, M’lady.” he offered seriously.

“Men!” she shook her head.

“I bid you good day, M’lady. Feel free to hit him if he provokes you.” Gimli walked away.

Legolas bore her towards the gates.

“Can you sing, M’lady?” he asked gently.

“How many times have I told you to call me Mandy?!” she said in frustration, “Yes, I can sing, M’lord.” He grinned down at her.

“Then sing something, Mandy.” Legolas told her.

“Yes, Master.” Mandy retorted, “What would you have me sing?”

“Anything…” Legolas said calmly.

“Alright.” she thought for a few minutes, “I’m going to sing a song about my God.
As the deer panteth for the water, so my soul longeth after Thee.
You alone are my heart’s desire and I long to worship Thee.
You alone are my strength, my shield.
To You alone does my spirit yield.
As the deer panteth for the water, so my soul longeth after Thee.” Mandy’s voice grew stronger as she sang the words of the song.

Legolas gazed down at her, “You have a beautiful voice, Mandy.” he complimented her, “Sing another one.”

“Ok…um…this is one that’s from a popular Christian band.
I’m forgiven because you were forsaken. I’m accepted, you were condemned.
I’m alive and well. Your spirit is within me because you died and rose again.
Amazing love, how can it be? That you my king should die for me.
Amazing love I know it’s true. And it’s my joy to honor you. In all I do I honor you.
I’m forgiven because you were forsaken. I’m accepted, you were condemned.
I’m alive and well. Your spirit is within me because you died and rose again.
Amazing love, how can it be? That you my king should die for me.
Amazing love I know it’s true. And it’s my joy to honor you. In all I do I honor you.
You are my King. You are my King. Jesus, you are my King. Jesus, you are my King.
Amazing love, I know it’s true and it’s my joy to honor you. In all I do, let me honor you.”

Legolas walked in silence, just listening to the melody of Mandy’s voice. He had soon brought her out the gates and into the forest. He found a quiet meadow and set her down.

“Oh…it’s beautiful.” she gasped, leaning on her good ankle, “I’ve always loved meadows.” Legolas lay a blanket on the ground, up against a tree.

“If you would, Mandy.” he gently helped her to sit down. She sighed and breathed in deeply.

“Don’t you just love the woods? They smell so clean and fresh.” she said aloud.

Legolas chuckled, “I do love the woods. Most elves do.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” Mandy said, looking sheepishly up at him.

He just smiled…then something moved in the trees. Mandy looked around in fright, but then caught sight of a doe with her fawn. She gazed at it in delight. The fawn caught sight of them, and cautiously approached them. Legolas talked to it in Elvish, and it came right up to Mandy. She tentatively put out a hand. When it didn’t shy away, she stroked it. It soon had lay down next to her in total comfort.

“Thank you…” she said softly.

Legolas didn’t respond, but heard the light footstep of another elf. He turned slightly and saw Elrond looking at them. Legolas came back to him.


“Gandalf told me I would find you here.” Elrond answered the questioning look of Legolas, “He told me that she was wounded with an orc blade.”

“Yes. Her wound is better, but her mind is still…” Legolas nodded, “Come. I would have you at least meet her.”

He led Elrond over to her. She was sleeping, her hand resting on the fawn. She had flowers in her hair, and a soft smile on her face.

“Do you mind if I stay with her?” Elrond asked him.

“No. I’ll go let Aragorn and Gandalf know where she is.” Legolas took one last look at her and left.


Elrond sat next to her and gazed steadily at her. He saw a life full of sorrow, but also of great joy. She stirred and opened her eyes. At first, she noticed the fawn still there.

“Hello…why are you still here? Go home, Little One.” she gently shoved it away, “How long have I been…” She broke off as she saw Elrond.

“Who are you? Where’s Legolas?” she started panicking.

“It’s alright, M’lady. I am Elrond of Rivendell.” he calmed her.

“Where is Legolas?” she asked persistently.

“He went to inform Aragorn of your whereabouts.” Elrond watched her silently. She met his eyes and stared back in frank curiosity. Her eyes didn’t waver. He was surprised that she could hold his gaze for so long.

“How are you feeling?” he asked her, looking into her eyes.

“Better than what I was.” she answered honestly, “To be quite honest, being out here…it makes me feel closer to God than anything else.”

“You are Erusen!” Elrond noticed the necklace for the first time.

“What? Everyone keeps saying that! I’m not Erusen. I’m Jewish.” she snapped angrily, “What does it mean?”

“Erusen are an ancient race of men that Eru himself loved more than the others. It is said that they were his chosen, that they knew the One.” Elrond continued to look at her necklace, “That is their symbol, although I have not seen it for quite some time.”

“God’s chosen…what happened to them?” Mandy said, her eyes growing wide, connecting two and two together.

“We are not sure. Some said they died out…I believe there are some still remaining, though. You say you are Jewish. What is that?” Elrond said thoughtfully.

“We are the chosen people of my God. You don’t think…no. It couldn’t be.” she thought in disbelief. Elrond surprised her by picking her up.

“What are you doing? Put me down!” she said angrily, “Come on. Put me down. You’re the third guy not to let me walk on my own two feet.” She sighed in defeat, as Elrond merely laughed a soft musical laugh.

“I’m sorry, M’lady, but I think it would be wise if you were carried.” he chuckled softly.

“Where are we going?” she asked, noticing that they were headed away from Minas Tirith.

“I’m taking you to a special place that the Erusen used.” he said. He walked in silence.

Soon, they went through deep underbrush and stepped into a clearing. Mandy looked around her, her eyes taking everything in. Suddenly, she saw a carving of a lamb on a tree in the very middle of the clearing.

“Put me down. Oh, please put me down!” she begged him.

Surprised at the frantic look in her eyes, he lowered her down. She limped over to the tree. Putting out her hand, she gently traced the outline of the lamb. Elrond saw her lips moving and that her eyes were closed. Mandy didn’t know how long she stood there in silence, but she felt the presence of Someone. She kneeled down, weeping, as the flow of love seemed to overcome her. Elrond was about ready to approach her, but his eyes widened as he saw the figure with her. The Warrior had appeared with sword drawn. He stood guard over her, looking at Elrond. With a flash, Elrond recognized Him as the One.

“Man wende?” he thought to himself as he bent his knee to Him, “Tanya hanu…(*Who is she? That He would…*)”

“Nya selde.(*She is my daughter*).” the Warrior answered his question, “Do nothing, Elrond. She is one of my chosen.”

Elrond looked on in awe as he saw Mandy, dressed as the daughter of the King. The Warrior bent down and whispered words of comfort to her, and caught her tears in His hands. Elrond noticed wounds on His hands. Then He was gone. Mandy was still crying, but softly.

“M’lady? We should go now.” Elrond approached her respectfully.

She brushed away the tears and started to stand up. She slipped and nearly fell. Elrond caught her and walked swiftly back the way they had come. She fell into a peaceful and deep sleep.

Elrond kept glancing down at her, “I will have to question some more about the Jews…and the One. How does she know Him?”


Legolas had been pacing impatiently, waiting for Elrond to bring Mandy back. “They should have been back by now.” he said, ignoring the grins on the faces of Gimli and Aragorn.

“Come, come, Legolas. You don’t think she is safe with Elrond?” Aragorn teased.

They were in the throne room: Aragorn sitting relaxed and smoking his pipe. Gimli was sharpening his ax, while Legolas was not staying in one place for more than two seconds.

“Lad, you’re making me dizzy. Sit down!” Gimli grabbed Legolas’s arm and pulled him into a seat, “Make yourself useful.”

He handed Legolas a cloth and the ax blade. Legolas took it and pre-occupied, polished the ax. A guard came into the room, and bowed to Aragorn.

“M’lord. Elrond of Rivendell to see you.” he announced.

“Show him in!” Legolas roared.

Aragorn nodded, and Elrond strode in.

“Mammen wende? (*Where is she?*)” Legolas asked.

“Safely back in the Healing House.” Elrond looked at Aragorn, “She is Erusen.” His words made everyone drop what they were doing.

“Erusen? How do you know?” Aragorn questioned.

“She knows the One. I saw Him guarding her. I took her to the place of the Erusen, and it affected her greatly. I was ready to approach her and remove the pain from her when a great Warrior appeared. He had his sword drawn and told me to do nothing to her. She is His daughter and one of His chosen.” Elrond finished talking. For a few minutes, everyone just sat there, stunned.

“We need to talk to her further about where she comes from and who she is.” Aragorn said.

“Not now. She is sleeping. Tomorrow, when she is feeling even better.” Elrond advised.


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