What news of Legolas Thranduillion (MFG)

[curandir]

The southern kindred lead Curandir through subtle paths toward the city of the Galadhrim. The trees grew tall in the depths of the wood; many kinds Curandir had never seen before,

"So this is a Mallorn, I have heard tell of them in our oldest of songs; they are beautiful to behold."

His eyes followed the silver trunk into the canopy of golden leaves and stared spellbound for a moment. The southern elf just smiled and sang softly to himself.

"I must speak with Lord Celeborn, of matters of grave importance; the forest realms are in peril and time is short. I also seek word of Legolas son of Thranduil; he did not return from Rivendell, the King fears the worst. Please take me to the Lord and Lady."

The way to Caras Galadhon was easy and his guide lead him well. Even such times of woe, the sight of the golden wood was a memorable one; and would stay with Curandir for the rest of his life.

[haldir]

With a soft sigh Haldir paused in his singing. He could not deny his curiosity of what news this elf of Mirkwood brought for his Lord and Lady, but knew it wrong to ask where he was not included. He was but a guide for the moment. Looking the wourn elf over once more he was about to ask if he wished rest first , but knew the offer would be turned down. Plenty time he would have to rest as well as his poor horse. Haldir just hoped his Lady would not be displeased by his action. He stopped as the ellon basked in the glory of the dear Mallorn trees. Like any of his kind Haldir held a deep love for his home ,and dreaded the day he would have to leave it.

"Telo mellon," he softly encouraged the foreign ellon to follow him. It pleased him to see the peace settle into the tired ellons features, but he did not like the idea of making those above hime wait.
"There will be plenty of time to enjoy this sweet place. I must take you to my Lord and Lady now." he tilted his head in the direction they needed to go and at a slow pace led the way.

Noting small movements on the ground about the tree nearest him, Haldir sadly smiled as he saw the squirrel scurring about. It reminded him of a song sung in his early youth. With a look back at his charge to see if he was following, Haldir began to sing to himself again. This time just loud enough for the words to reach the ears of the following ellon.

Man naeg mathal, ae maethor veren,
Erui reniol ar nimp?
I thâr pellen uin ael
Ar ú-linnar in aew.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake.
And no birds sing.

Man naeg mathal, ae maethor veren,
I naer ar pen-lalaith?
I dorech en-nâr pant,
Ar tolthad en-iau coren.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

Cenin loth erin hin lín,
Na naeg ar lhêw limminnen,
Ar mi nêf lín veril firiel,
I lagor pêl.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

Govannen vrennil na i nain,
I bainwain, hên in-edhil,
Finnel dín and, i dâl dín lim,
Ar hin dín vrêg.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

Agoren rê an ndôl dín,
Ar mêr adh rainc ar loth;
Cenn na nin sui meliel,
Ar pent na lhoss velui.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

Nan roch nín meleg harn,
Ar ú-gennin nad an aur and,
An tirn na venath linnol,
in glêr edhellin.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend and sing,
A faery's song.

Hirn hylch velui enni,
Ar 'lê throvan ar Viruvor,
Na ú-istassen lam e pent,
'Gen melin thenin'
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said -
'I love thee true'.

Tunc nin na i fela dín,
Ar ennas nêr dín siriant,
Ar ennas sollin hin dín mrêg
mithol canad lui.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

Ar tunc nan êdh nin ennas,
Ar ennas oltha enni, ae,
I ôl vedui i oltha uireb
Nan dalad amon ring.
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

Cennin erain thind, ar conin nimp,
ar vaethyr vith, sui firn pain;
Nallant 'I vrennil vain ben-dihenad
Si baugla le.'
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall.'

Cennin i nêf thairn hýn,
Nan gortheb pith edrannen pann,
Ar echui nin hirnin si,
Nan dalad amon ring.
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.

Ar sen an darthon hi,
Erui reniol ar nimp,
Ir thâr pellen uin ael
Ar ú-linnar in aew.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

He sighed once more as thoughts of beyond the Seas came to his mind as the song left his tongue. With a willful push he cast them from his thoughts, and willed the peace of the mallorn trees to fill his whole in the silence. Even at the slow pass he had set it didn't take long for them to reside in the presents of his Lord and Lady.
He stopped a few feet away and beckoned for him charge to continue on.

((ooc: A diclaimer is nessissary here; I am not the author of this poem the honor of that goes to Mr. John Keats. Also I am not the one who translated it into Sindarin either, I came across the poem here:
www.phy.duke.edu/~trenk/elvish/index.html
Though please note this is not me advertising simpy give credit where it's due. If this is in need of change though feel free to tell me )