Spirit Sisters
Chapter One
Legolas stumbled upon the scene quite by accident. Traveling by foot to visit Estel in Rivendell, a mild feeling of foreboding reached his keep elven senses. He knew what lay ahead. A beautiful glade with an ice cold stream flowing through it. It was where he intended to make his camp for the night. Now, hovering over it , was an invisible cloud of evil.
Stepping carefully, so as not to make a sound, Legolas crept up to the edge of the forest. Peering through the thick undergrowth he could see the remnants of a small skirmish. Even though all the signs were telling a tale of a battle long done, he still took time to recheck the situation.
Satisfied that danger lurked nowhere near, he stood and notched an arrow in his bow and stealthily crept from his haven in the trees. What he saw broke his heart in pieces. Not for the hideous orcs that lay in their own stinking puddles of blood did his heart render, but for the other fallen warriors. Elves. Immortals.
Shoving aside his emotions, Legolas set to see if any still lived. He was almost through, and completely disenheartened because he had found not one elf alive, when he felt more than heard a small moan. Close to the trees were two heaps of cloths, in the same shade as the skies. Legolas rushed over and stifled a gasp at what he saw. As he gently pried arms that were wrapped around each other he noticed these were not warriors. Although one clutched an elven sword and they both showed signs of having fought hard in the battle, they were both elven maids!
The fair haired prince immediately checked the wounds to see what he would need. Gentle as he was, a few pain filled moans escaped the inyea (females). Thankful for the stream nearby and almost limitless dry tinder for a fire, Legolas did not have to leave their sides for more than a few minutes. Also sending a relief filled prayer to Uluvitar for the gift of the medicine pouch Estel had given him on his last visit, he set a record in the speed of fire making and started water to heat to steep the etholas plant. As he sat tending one, he wished he had more hands. With the water heating, he removed the arrows as gently as he could. Now he sat cleaning and dressing each wound. Speed was of the essence, but Legolas did not want to rush. Not for the first time did he wish for his friend, not only for the extra pair of hands, but also for the healing power locked into them.
Finally through washing and binding the most serious of the cuts, Legolas sat staring and wondering at his elven patients. First thing he could not help but notice was their extraordinary beauty. And that they were not of an elven realm that he recognized. Both had golden tresses and he could tell that once the blood was washed out, that the hair would shine like the sun. He wondered about the battle, about what brought the elves into this area.
Heaving a deep sigh of resignation, Legolas realized it was a waste of energy wondering about answers he had no choice but to wait for. He settled himself down between them to rest. Keeping close should one of them need him through the dark night.
Legolas was startled awake, not even realizing he had fallen asleep, he wondered at what had woken him. A barely audible moan to his left snapped his attention. Immediately he reacted, brushing the hair from her forehead, speaking elven words to calm her.
"Shh, lle anta est" (you need rest) Legolas whispered. At the sound of his voice her eyes flew open.
"Nilmandra!" She exclaimed, struggling to get up. Legolas gently bur firmly pushed her back down. "No! Where is she?" the maiden struggled against Legolas a moment longer before the extent of her injuries took over and she fell back, sobbing her spirit sister's name.
"Uuma dela lirimaer", (Don't worry, lovely one) Legolas comforted. "I am here. Rest in safety." Knowing it was the elf maiden on his other side that the girl called out for, he rushed to ease her fears.
"Your mellon is right here beside you. Hurt bad, but very much alive." Legolas smiled realizing the extent of closeness between the two. Very much like himself and Aragorn. "Could they be sisters?" He wondered to himself. While she was awake, he decided, he may as well try to get her name.
"I am Legolas, what is your name, my lady?" He reached for the cloth and started to wipe her fevered brow.
Chapter One
Legolas stumbled upon the scene quite by accident. Traveling by foot to visit Estel in Rivendell, a mild feeling of foreboding reached his keep elven senses. He knew what lay ahead. A beautiful glade with an ice cold stream flowing through it. It was where he intended to make his camp for the night. Now, hovering over it , was an invisible cloud of evil.
Stepping carefully, so as not to make a sound, Legolas crept up to the edge of the forest. Peering through the thick undergrowth he could see the remnants of a small skirmish. Even though all the signs were telling a tale of a battle long done, he still took time to recheck the situation.
Satisfied that danger lurked nowhere near, he stood and notched an arrow in his bow and stealthily crept from his haven in the trees. What he saw broke his heart in pieces. Not for the hideous orcs that lay in their own stinking puddles of blood did his heart render, but for the other fallen warriors. Elves. Immortals.
Shoving aside his emotions, Legolas set to see if any still lived. He was almost through, and completely disenheartened because he had found not one elf alive, when he felt more than heard a small moan. Close to the trees were two heaps of cloths, in the same shade as the skies. Legolas rushed over and stifled a gasp at what he saw. As he gently pried arms that were wrapped around each other he noticed these were not warriors. Although one clutched an elven sword and they both showed signs of having fought hard in the battle, they were both elven maids!
The fair haired prince immediately checked the wounds to see what he would need. Gentle as he was, a few pain filled moans escaped the inyea (females). Thankful for the stream nearby and almost limitless dry tinder for a fire, Legolas did not have to leave their sides for more than a few minutes. Also sending a relief filled prayer to Uluvitar for the gift of the medicine pouch Estel had given him on his last visit, he set a record in the speed of fire making and started water to heat to steep the etholas plant. As he sat tending one, he wished he had more hands. With the water heating, he removed the arrows as gently as he could. Now he sat cleaning and dressing each wound. Speed was of the essence, but Legolas did not want to rush. Not for the first time did he wish for his friend, not only for the extra pair of hands, but also for the healing power locked into them.
Finally through washing and binding the most serious of the cuts, Legolas sat staring and wondering at his elven patients. First thing he could not help but notice was their extraordinary beauty. And that they were not of an elven realm that he recognized. Both had golden tresses and he could tell that once the blood was washed out, that the hair would shine like the sun. He wondered about the battle, about what brought the elves into this area.
Heaving a deep sigh of resignation, Legolas realized it was a waste of energy wondering about answers he had no choice but to wait for. He settled himself down between them to rest. Keeping close should one of them need him through the dark night.
Legolas was startled awake, not even realizing he had fallen asleep, he wondered at what had woken him. A barely audible moan to his left snapped his attention. Immediately he reacted, brushing the hair from her forehead, speaking elven words to calm her.
"Shh, lle anta est" (you need rest) Legolas whispered. At the sound of his voice her eyes flew open.
"Nilmandra!" She exclaimed, struggling to get up. Legolas gently bur firmly pushed her back down. "No! Where is she?" the maiden struggled against Legolas a moment longer before the extent of her injuries took over and she fell back, sobbing her spirit sister's name.
"Uuma dela lirimaer", (Don't worry, lovely one) Legolas comforted. "I am here. Rest in safety." Knowing it was the elf maiden on his other side that the girl called out for, he rushed to ease her fears.
"Your mellon is right here beside you. Hurt bad, but very much alive." Legolas smiled realizing the extent of closeness between the two. Very much like himself and Aragorn. "Could they be sisters?" He wondered to himself. While she was awake, he decided, he may as well try to get her name.
"I am Legolas, what is your name, my lady?" He reached for the cloth and started to wipe her fevered brow.