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Jewel of Mirkwood	By : Cee Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Jewel of Mirkwood
- 2-Chapter 2
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Author(s): Cee

Rating:M (for later content)
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters from Lord of the Rings, or any other of Tolkien's work, nor do I make any kind of profit from these stories.. However, any original characters, belong to me. Please do not use them without my permission.

Pairing: Rumil/OFC

Beta(s): Breg

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Summary: On his first mission after becoming a warden of Lorien, Rumil journeys with Haldir to Mirkwood. The woodland realm is filled with mystery and secrets, the greatest being the hidden daughter of Thranduil. Arienta's existence has become the thing of legend but her reality is a life of confinement and loneliness. Both Rumil and Arienta dream of adventure, but when they meet can they survive what follows? (Takes place shortly before the events of The Hobbit.)
Warnings: I take liberties with canon, i.e. elves sleep with their eyes closed, and the obvious Thranduil has a daughter thing. If you're a canon purist, this will make your brain hurt, you have been warned, so if you choose to continue it's not my fault, lol. There will be sexual content in later chapters. There will also be some violence and boat loads of angst
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Chapter 1
The golden afternoon sun heated the solitary road; the air was uncomfortably warm and a heavy stillness hung over the meadow on the outskirts of the dark and foreboding forest. Two elves on horseback made their way slowly down the dusty path, their cloaks coated with a dull layer of grime. The journey between their home, Lothlorien, and the shadowy kingdom of Mirkwood was neither short nor pleasant, but their goal finally lay before them.
Haldir, the taller and broader of the two, sighed as his brother Rumil began yet another chorus of his favorite traveling song, which to Haldir's dismay seemed to be an original composition entitled "Rumil the Mighty", judging from the number of times that phrase was repeated. Haldir rolled his eyes in a rare show of irritation. He understood that Rumil was young, and excited about his first mission as a warden of Lorien, but even he only had so much patience when his ears were under such an assault.
"Brother!" Haldir barked. Rumil paused, head tilted toward his brother. Haldir went on, his voice tighter than usual. "Is it truly necessary to sing the same song for the entire journey?"
"A fair question, Haldir." Rumil grinned his usual impish smile. "Indeed you are right to wish the song to end."
Haldir sighed audibly and settled more comfortably into the saddle. "Thank you, Rumil; I have hope for you yet."
"My thanks to you, brother. Such praise from you is a high honor indeed." Rumil's grin grew wider and for a moment he was silent. Then with dramatic flourish he took a deep breath and began singing again, another song detailing more of his greatly exaggerated adventures.
Haldir shook his head in frustration but quickly brightened as they rode under the first trees of Mirkwood."Thank the Valar!" he growled through his teeth. "Rumil, stop. We are entering the forest."
"How deep into the woods do the spiders dwell?" Rumil asked ending his song abruptly and scanning the forest as they entered into its green darkness.
His brother cocked a dark brow at him."Spiders are the least of your worries after that daft performance. The king will have sent Legolas to meet us – we should see him shortly."
"Not likely, unless I wish you to see me.'' A soft voice echoed from the shadows, edged with dark humor.
"Legolas." Haldir shot Rumil a glance as if to say 'I told you so'. "Well met." He kept his expression serene, though in truth he could not decide whether he was more annoyed by the fact that the Prince of Mirkwood had so easily caught them off guard, or that his brother had allowed it.
"And you, mellon nin." Legolas laughed, nimbly dropping from a nearby tree to lean leisurely against the trunk, arms folded across his chest. "Why do you frown so? I would think my former tutor would be pleased by the fact that I had taken his lessons to heart. A poor pupil I would be, who could not best even the mighty Marchwarden in my own kingdom."
"One day you will be in *my* realm and then you shall see how much you still have to learn." Haldir smirked. Then changing the subject he motioned to Rumil, who astonishingly enough had remained silent during this interlude. "Prince Legolas Thranduilion, this is my brother, Warden Rumil O'Lorien. A recent promotion." Haldir chuckled. "Very recent."
Rumil shot Haldir an angry glare. "I am not an elfling, brother; must you make me appear so?"
Haldir raised a brow. "You do quite well without any help from me."
"Ah, siblings! Are they not wonderful?"An amused smirk played across Legolas' face.
"That statement proves that you have none." Haldir retorted as Rumil snorted in agreement.
Legolas' smile faded and a strange look crossed his face. "You are right, my friend. I have no sis-siblings." Then he grew quiet.
Sensing the sudden rise of tension in the air, and puzzled by Legolas' strange mood, Haldir shifted in his saddle and looked to the road ahead. "We should be on our way. I am sure the King waits for us."
"Not to mention the fact that I am famished and tired of listening to the two of you." Rumil added urging his horse forward.
"It would seem the boy has spoken." Legolas said, clearly suppressing a smile.
"Warden, you mean!" Rumil shouted from up ahead, and broke into song.
Haldir pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Let us hasten. I fear for my brother's safety if he remains in my company much longer. I tell you now I will not be held accountable for my actions."
Legolas laughed and led his horse from the cover of some nearby trees. "As you say. Come, let us catch up with him before he ends up being dinner for a spider."
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The mountain hall of the Mirkwood elves was a wild and beautiful sight to behold: arched walkways twisted through a vast underground palace of sylvan splendor that spoke of riches far beyond that of Lorien's golden halls. Green and gold lamps adorned with hammered metal leaves lined the freestanding walkways and walls, giving one the impression of sunlight filtering through shadowed forest boughs. Rumil stared in wonder as he followed Legolas and his brother through the mazes of Thranduil's keep. He understood now why it was said that no one could escape the hold of the woodland realms unless the King willed it.
The throne room was an enormous chamber lined with a multitude of intricately adorned pillars, heavy with carved and knotted vines that seemed to grow from the stone itself, giving the room a flavor of untamed timelessness. At the end of the great a hall a massive throne stood upon a dais, looking as though the roots of a great tree had been charmed and enchanted to form the graceful seat upon which the elven king, Thranduil of Mirkwood sat.
His gaze was stern, pride radiating from his stormy eyes. There was a coolness to his demeanor, and a subtle savagery. This was not an elf to be trifled with.
"Hail, Thranduil, King of Mirkwood. You honor us this day; and for your kind hospitality we bear you the love and regard of the Lady of Lothlorien, and a gift from her as well." Haldir went to one knee, fist to heart.
After making his own obeisance, Rumil stepped forward eagerly and presented a small bundle to the elf at Thranduil's side.
The king inclined his regal head slightly. "It is a pleasure to receive guests from our kin of the Golden Wood. Rest; there will be time enough for business in the days that follow. I am sure you are both weary."
Thranduil waved an arm in a sweeping gesture of welcome. Following Haldir's lead, Rumil backed a few steps before moving to stand quietly along the wall to the left of the throne as the king tended to other business.
Rumil was bored and restless. When Haldir had told him that he would be coming to Mirkwood, he had envisioned adventure and excitement, not standing in a dim hall listening to court lackeys drone on and on about the taxing of river routes. His mind began to wander and he soon found himself staring at the design of a tapestry hanging behind the king's throne. As the business of court began to wind down Rumil continued his close scrutiny of the wall hanging until to his surprise he realized that it was looking back at him.
Rumil blinked in surprise and rubbed a hand over his eyes. Surely this was an illusion brought on by the lighting of the hall and his own fatigue.
But no . . .
Peeking out from behind the tapestry was the pale face of an elf maiden. Rumil gave her a subtle half smile and inclined his head almost imperceptively.
Her deep blue eyes went wide at his greeting, and her cheeks flushed an even rosier red. She glanced around the room as if fearful. Then shyly, she returned his smile and in turn nodded her own head, a wisp of golden hair falling free from the small silver circlet she wore.
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Legolas stood at attention to the right of his father's throne. Though his demeanor remained impassive, he was rather annoyed by his father's quick dismissal of the Lorien elves. Had they been offended? He cast a worried glance in their direction. Haldir was a valued friend; moreover, the last thing Mirkwood needed was to alienate another ally, with the shadows growing once again.
It was at that moment that he saw Rumil smile and nod in his direction. Surprised, Legolas followed the other elf's gaze.
His eyes widened as he saw the face looking out from behind the tapestry. He glared at the young elleth, feeling both panic and anger. The moment she saw his face, hers disappeared. Legolas glanced at his father, hoping that he had not seen the eavesdropper.
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