EltÃnuviel
Part 1
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, but I do own all the books, the movie and just about everything EXCEPT LOTR! What's the point of these things anyway???
Eldarion sighed in frustration. He and his company had just defeated two scores of Orcs and were all very tired.
"Oy! Sire! Come here, you should see this!" one of his men shouted.
He quickly walked off in the direction of the call. He was not prepared for the sight that met him. In front of him was the most beautiful woman we had ever seen. Not even the dirty rags she wore or the bloody wound on her shoulder could hide her beauty. He then realized he was gawking. Gaining his composure, he sprinted toward them to see what he could do for her.
"Unconscious" Linad, who had found her began, "a blow to the head, and then of course that wound...by the looks of it, I don't think it's been kept that clean."
"Aye, Linad. I'll do what I can for her until we get back to the city. As for the blow to the head...well...she will most likely have complete memory loss, as it was strong enough to knock her unconscious" the prince replied.
He quickly took some Athelas out of his healing pouch, for it was his father that had taught him the art of healing. Athelas was the best thing he knew to help in the healing process. As for the blow to the head...he would let the healers treat that. He did not think it wise for her to wake up in her current state. He finished with the Athelas and tore off a piece of his tunic to bind the wound. That would have to do for now. The company was still halfway between Ithilien and Minas Tirith, which was a two hour ride at the least. He hoped she made it, she just had to make it.
Hours later Eldarion left her with the healers. He would have stayed with her, but his father required his presence at dinner that night. He would be back for her, though, sooner than anyone would expect.
After the dinner, he immediately made his way to the second circle of the Citadel and the Houses of Healing. There he found that the wound had been treated with due care and that she would most likely wake in the morning. Just as he was turning to leave, her eyes fluttered open. When he saw that, Eldarion was back at the bedside faster than the eye could see.
"Where am I? Who are you? Who am I? WHAT??? I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO I AM???" she said, or rather yelled at him.
"I am Eldarion and you are in Minas Tirith" Eldarion replied, "as for who you are, I know not, but you must have some name. Therefore, I name you EltÃnuviel, Nightingale of the Star. For your voice is like a nightingale and I see the light of a star in your eyes."
For a moment she just gaped at him, then she finally replied, "It is a pleasure to receive a compliment from one so noble."
"Good, because it is a pleasure to be in the presence of one so beautiful" Eldarion replied with a smile.
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Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, but I do own all the books, the movie and just about everything EXCEPT LOTR! What's the point of these things anyway???
Eldarion sighed in frustration. He and his company had just defeated two scores of Orcs and were all very tired.
"Oy! Sire! Come here, you should see this!" one of his men shouted.
He quickly walked off in the direction of the call. He was not prepared for the sight that met him. In front of him was the most beautiful woman we had ever seen. Not even the dirty rags she wore or the bloody wound on her shoulder could hide her beauty. He then realized he was gawking. Gaining his composure, he sprinted toward them to see what he could do for her.
"Unconscious" Linad, who had found her began, "a blow to the head, and then of course that wound...by the looks of it, I don't think it's been kept that clean."
"Aye, Linad. I'll do what I can for her until we get back to the city. As for the blow to the head...well...she will most likely have complete memory loss, as it was strong enough to knock her unconscious" the prince replied.
He quickly took some Athelas out of his healing pouch, for it was his father that had taught him the art of healing. Athelas was the best thing he knew to help in the healing process. As for the blow to the head...he would let the healers treat that. He did not think it wise for her to wake up in her current state. He finished with the Athelas and tore off a piece of his tunic to bind the wound. That would have to do for now. The company was still halfway between Ithilien and Minas Tirith, which was a two hour ride at the least. He hoped she made it, she just had to make it.
Hours later Eldarion left her with the healers. He would have stayed with her, but his father required his presence at dinner that night. He would be back for her, though, sooner than anyone would expect.
After the dinner, he immediately made his way to the second circle of the Citadel and the Houses of Healing. There he found that the wound had been treated with due care and that she would most likely wake in the morning. Just as he was turning to leave, her eyes fluttered open. When he saw that, Eldarion was back at the bedside faster than the eye could see.
"Where am I? Who are you? Who am I? WHAT??? I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO I AM???" she said, or rather yelled at him.
"I am Eldarion and you are in Minas Tirith" Eldarion replied, "as for who you are, I know not, but you must have some name. Therefore, I name you EltÃnuviel, Nightingale of the Star. For your voice is like a nightingale and I see the light of a star in your eyes."
For a moment she just gaped at him, then she finally replied, "It is a pleasure to receive a compliment from one so noble."
"Good, because it is a pleasure to be in the presence of one so beautiful" Eldarion replied with a smile.
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