The_Elf_From_America_THE_SECOND_DARK_LORD – Part Five-The Journey

by Jan 27, 2003Stories

Elerrina burst into the court with Arwen. Aragorn sat upon his throne. Eldarion stood by as well as Gimli.

“What has happened?” he asked.

“Aragorn, Elenya is gone,” Arwen said.

Gimli stood up as well as Aragorn. “What do you mean?” Aragorn asked.

“The Prince of Mirkwood too,” Elerrina answered. “When I reached our room, three Uruks were there. They took her as well as Legolas though he fought bravely.”

“Where?” Gimli asked.

Arwen answered, “Aragorn, they were taken to Angband.”

“Angband! That is impossible! It was destroyed!”

“The words I heard my king were The Hells of Iron,” Elerrina answered.

“I will go to Angband,” Aragorn said standing up

“No, Aragorn,” Arwen said. “You must stay here! You know that an army is massacring in the east. They are coming to Minas Tirith. You must stay with your people.”

“Father,” Eldarion approached him. “The Prince I did not know as well as you, but I have heard his story. Of how he fought with the Fellowship and helped to save Middle Earth with the others. And I do know Gimli his friend. Send me Father I shall go.”

“No! You are my son!” Aragorn said.

“Aragorn,” Gimli laid a hand on Aragorn’s shoulder. “The lad shall not go alone. Legolas was my good friend. I owe him my life as well as you. I will go with the boy. There is nothing you can say that will make me stay. I will not sit idly by while my best friend lays torturing deep within Angband’s chambers.”

“You are stubborn dwarf. But I cannot persuade you nor command you to stay,” Aragorn said with a sigh.

“Nor I,” Elerrina spoke.

“What are you talking about?” Arwen asked her.

“Elenya was my friend. She and I spent many long nights and days traveling and talking. I would give my life for her. I shall go along as well.”

“You can’t,” Eldarion objected.

“Why not? I am an elf akin to her and Legolas. I have much skill with the sword and skill with the bow. I can fight as well as any man. I am not unequal to the task.”

Aragorn turned to his wife looking at her for an answer.

“Do not look to me, Estel,” she said. “You should never try to tangle in a woman’s business when she is determined. Especially an elven woman. You should know that by now.”

“Indeed I do,” Aragorn said with a smile. “However I cannot help but think of Legolas in Angband and what is happening to him.”

“Do not worry. We will not rest until we have found them,” Gimli said. “Get ready my Prince my lady. We shall leave within the hour.”

Elerrina walked out of Aragorn’s court and nearly bumped into Merry and Pippin.

“Oh sorry hobbits. I did not see you.”

“That’s ok, lady. We get that a lot,” Pippin said.

“Did you wish for something?” she asked.

“We wanted to know if you would care to sit down and have a chat with us?” Pippin asked.

“Oh I’m sorry. I cannot right now. Elenya is gone. Legolas, too. I am going to save them.”

“We’ll help you lady,” Merry offered.

“Thank you but you cannot.”

“Why not?” Pippin asked.

“Eldarion, Gimli the dwarf, and I are going to the Hells of Iron. To Angband.”

“Angband!” Merry said the word. “Why must you go there?”

“Because that is where they are taking them.”

“Why couldn’t we come?” Pippin said. “We’re bored, restless, and lonely anyway.”

“The King will never allow it.”

“I doubt that,” Pippin said. “He traveled with the Fellowship with our father Sam. Frodo, my father’s friend, was the one who destroyed that golden Ring that belonged to that Dark Lord man. Hobbits are people of intelligence and bravery. You need people like that on a quest.”

“That rules you out Pippin,” Merry said.

“If your father allows it and so does Aragorn, you shall come. But it is of your own choosing and own will. This is a dangerous journey and some of us may not return. Angband is a treacherous place. Not a place where two hobbits should be. But that I guess is what happened to Frodo and Sam, and they proved themselves worthy. But beware that you may not come out alive. Angband is perilous where many of my kin have been tortured and killed. It shall be a dangerous journey. It is likely we go to our doom.”

“That sounds delightful,” Pippin said and burst into tears.


Elenya stood in a dark room. The dark elf still had a hold upon her arm. It seemed that he feared her. She didn’t know why. She did discover something though. The jewel she had received from the Evenstar gleamed even brighter in the darkness. Her eyes grew accustomed to the dark. She made out the image of a large mirror in the room and a throne. There was a massive throne in front of her. Suddenly a dark figure appeared in the mirror. She felt an eerie feeling crawl through her soul. Something sinister was in the mirror. She had never been more afraid than in this moment. Though she had fought at three battles and faced many orcs and Uruk Hai, there was never a moment when she was this afraid.

“Bring her,” the voice from the mirror said.

The voice was awful. It was brutal, merciless, cold, deep, and evil. The dark elf pushed her forward. She began to tremble. A black hand appeared through the mirror. It reached out toward her. She shunned and flinched as it touched a small strand of her hair.

“So beautiful. But so light,” the voice said.

“Who are you?” she asked fear in her eyes.

“Why do you tremble?” the cold voice said.

“What do you want with me?”

“You simply you.”

Suddenly, Elenya’s white nightshift was replaced with a horrible black one. Her midriff was exposed, and it was black. Black as night.

“Stop! Leave me be!”

“You are not pleased with your wedding dress?” the voice spoke.

“What do you mean?” she began to tremble more.

“You are to be my bride.”

“NO!” she screamed. “Never! This is a dream. It has to be. I’ll wake up soon and see Legolas. Wake up now!”

“This is your worst nightmare come true,” said the voice.

“It hasn’t come true. I will wake up from this.”

“No you wont. This is real. As real as your elf the Prince. Not even worthy of that title or you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The Prince is not worthy of something so enchanting as Elenya of the stars the elf from America.”

“How could you know that?”

“I know everything about you. Even of how you received the necklace.”

The hand reached out toward her chest and touched the Evenstar’s jewel with his hand. His face could not be seen but his eyes gleamed with red flame. She pulled away.

“Don’t touch me!”

He raised his hand. The Dark Elf took her arm again and began to lead her away.

“My master shall let you be for now. I am to take you back to the dungeons where you shall wait. Soon you shall appreciate him.”

“Never! My heart belongs to Legolas and no other.”

“That will change.”

“No, it won’t! Never! You don’t understand.”

“Nor do you. My master is powerful. He can do anything.”



“I don’t believe you.”

“You shall. Once you see your Prince you shall.”

“What? Legolas, where is he?”

“You shall behold him soon.”


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