A Tale that has just Begun || Legolas

From A Tale of the Bard series

The sound of a quill scribbling through the blank surface of the paper was merely a whisper in the air. You studied the green colored creature that was lying next to your feet. Its arms were extended towards your boots. Your (e/c) eyes stared into the dark orbs that seemed to look through your soul, see your every little secret. The feather that was held by your hand moved across the creature’s face.  You felt like in a daze. And it, it looked so harmless… Your hand slowly made its way towards it, one finger extended. A desire to touch it was too much to bear.

And then, suddenly, someone’s hand was placed on your shoulder, reminding you where you were. Your eyes shot up to meet with the bright blue ones. You stopped in your actions, making an opening for the predator to attack. A soft noise left your lips as you drew back your wounded finger. The blonde Elf stood behind you gesturing for you to stand up from your crouching position. You did as he asked, leaving the poor caterpillar alone.

You eyed Elrond who didn’t look too pleased by your actions. You wondered why. Was he saying something? If he did you didn’t pay attention to his words. Was it was something important? You were thinking and thinking, but after a longer while you decided that if it was something important you would be interested in it. You were a Mighty Bard after all. No significant information could go unnoticed by you.

After a longer moment of silence and then after the last goodbyes were said, you set into unknown to you direction. In the moment you passed the gate made of stone an enormous and uncharted world stood open before your petite form.  Everything was so exiting and thrilling in the same moment. And it was only the very beginning. You twirled around as you walked behind the group, looking at the blue sky and the nature that outstretched before your eyes. For the last time you gazed at the tall, Elvish buildings, wondering if you ever see them again someday. And then you heard your name being called.

“Coming!” you answered as you noticed how far in the back you stayed. How they moved so fast? Suddenly someone patted you in the back with a force that almost made you fall to the ground, face first.

“Don’t get lost.” Aragorn said passing by you. Regaining your balance you dashed behind him. There was no way you would get lost there. Maybe later, yes that was possible, but it wasn’t the time for that…yet.



Wind hurled around the tall, dirt covered man as he fought for his life. Two short, but courageous creatures were fighting with him, striking with force that could easily knock down a giant. Heavy pants filled the air as the swords clashed. Rain poured from the sky as if it was a waterfall. The cold was almost unbearable and the man was slowly losing his strength. Words of chanting fell from his lips, probably the last one he would ever say. And then, a one unforeseen movement, a blow to the side and the man fell to the ground. Two Hobbits had to be sure that their opponent won’t get up again and with…

“I’m not sure anymore if you’re making fun of them or I’m missing something.” Legolas’ voice brought you back to the real world. The sentence was left unfinished as you looked over your shoulder at the Elf. A small smile was plastered on his face as he waited for an answer.

“I’m writing an epic story. Sometimes I need to change some events so they would suit the rest.” You averted your gaze from him and watched Boromir training two Hobbits. A long sigh left your lips. It certainly looked more adventurous in your mind. The spot you occupied had a nice view at the rest of the group and was far enough from them, that you could write your story in peace. Sometimes Legolas would comment on your story but you didn’t mind that. You were starting to enjoy the small talks you had with the blonde Elf.

As it was silent again you tried to continue writing but you lost your inspiration. You held the quill above the paper but your hand wouldn’t move. A sight left your lips and your chin fell into your opened palm. Having nothing else to do, you just watched the commotion before you. Boromir was lying on the ground with two short men on top. Their attacks seemed effective. You smirked. Maybe you had a gift of predicting the future?

Then you looked at your Elvish companion who was gazing at something on the horizon. You stood up and approached him. There was a dark cloud in the distant, moving towards your location.

“Is it going to rain now?” you asked more yourself than anyone else. Your eyes widen as you stood by Legolas. Was your book cursed and turned your words real? But in the next few moments you understood how wrong you were. Hide was the last word you heard before your arm was grabbed and you were shoved into the bushes. Shock overwhelmed your body, and you needed a moment to think about what was happening. You looked at Legolas, searching for some answers but he gestured you to be silent.

A horde of dark birds flew around in the air making terrifying, squeaking noises. Crebain from Dunland you thought that those words were the ones that were used to name the creatures above you. The shadow they cast covered the whole area, shielding it from the sun’s rays, preventing you from seeing anything. You watched the creatures circle the hill. You thought they were preparing for attack and would do that in any moment but as you were on the edge of panic, the birds flew away.

You waited for others to leave their hiding places before trying to free yourself from the thorny bushes. As you finally came out you checked if your clothes weren’t torn in any places.

"We must take the Pass of Caradhras." you heard the old wizard’s voice. The map you saw once in your brother’s room appeared before your eyes, still, you couldn’t remember about which place they were talking about. With the question ready to fall from your lips, you moved towards the rest of the fellowship only to be pulled back. You fell down to the ground making the cloud of dust flow up.

As you stood up you saw that your cape was tangled into the roots. You pulled it a few times but it wouldn’t move. With every tug the irritation rose within you. And then you understood that the brutal force wasn’t adequate in the occurred situation so you thought about another solution. You grabbed hems of the material and with one swift move you pulled it with your whole body falling to the ground, the freed cape covering you.  After you examined it, you saw it was ripped in a few places but it didn’t look that bad. On the contrary you had to say that the cloth looked better, as if it saw many adventures before. You liked it.

When you finally got back on your feet you noticed that it got quieter around. You guessed that the rest of your companions had already left. As you adjusted your clothes, you turned around with an attempt to dash after the group, but you couldn’t even make a one step before you walked into something, or rather someone. Before you could meet with the ground one more time, strong hands grabbed your arms holding you in place.

“Legolas!” you uttered surprised to see him. Your mind blanked and your cheeks turned rosy shade of pink as you gazed at each other. It took you a longer moment to realize how close you were. Regaining your composition you smiled and patted his shoulder.
“What are you doing here? We should be already moving!” a nervous laugh left your lips as you started walking away. You heard Gimli’s voice somewhere in the distance, telling you, not too gently, to hurry.

Legolas looked at you and then at the object on the ground. After he picked it up, he studied the thick book in his hands. Your writing filled few first pages but you had much more blank space to write on. A small smile crept on his face as he swiftly turned around and followed in your steps. He wondered how much time it would take for you to notice that you forgot about your book. Even as he caught up with you, you still didn’t noticed Legolas holding it for a quite a long moment.
He was sure you were going to lose it one day.



As the soft grass disappeared from beneath your shoes and the cold white snow appeared before you, thoughts filled your mind. You began to understand where you were going. You looked over the edge at the bottom of the mountain far below you. If you slipped it would be a long way down. Your hand tightened around the belt that your bag was tied to. Even you thought it wasn’t the best moment to write anything.

You looked at the sky above, taking in the sight of the blue beauty. As usual you tagged at the end of the group. This way you could always keep an eye on everyone. Probably that was why Aragorn was always in the back and insisted you be closer to the front. But you never listened to him anyway. Or rather you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at the sights around you, what always made you end up in the back.

Suddenly you saw Frodo rolling down the slope. You fasten in your steps and walked up to the dark haired man who caught the poor Hobbit and helped him to stand up. Frodo’s hand rose to his neck. You exchanged looks with Aragorn before both of your gazes fall at Boromir. There in his hand was a chain with a gold ring hanging on it.

The man’s name fall from Aragorn’s lips and immediately the atmosphere tensed. Your gazed moved from one man to another. Should you say something? Anything? Unexpected fear filled your heart. You couldn’t explain it but you knew it had to do something with the ring. It shined brightest than the finest jewels you once possessed. It scared you and you felt drew to it in the same moment.

"It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt… over so small a thing. Such a little thing."

Another warning from Aragorn. You paced in the spot impatiently. It was the moment you wished you had stayed in the front. You didn’t fully understand what was happening. Why wouldn’t Boromir just give them that ring back? Your gaze moved towards the old wizard. He was watching the men closely. It looked as everyone was expecting something.

And then, when everyone was on the verge of their nerves, the tall man extended his hand towards Frodo, giving him the ring back. The Hobbit snatched it from him before Boromir, as you guessed, could change his mind. But even if the gold object was placed in the right hands, everyone still seemed to be nervous. As everyone started moving again you almost breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on your shoulder. Aragorn nodded his head towards the rest of the group. Your muscles eased and a small smile returned on your lips. And then you noticed the pain in your hand. You were gripping your crossbow handle so strong that your knuckles turned white. Funny, you didn’t even remember reaching for it.

With the cape wrapped around your body, you rushed after your companions. You notice that it suddenly got colder and it seemed that even the sky turned darker. The storm was coming.