The Real Story of the Lord of the Rings
By Lady of Light
Nileth wept. Her entire body shook as she lay there at her parents' side. It could not be true! No, she refused to believe it! They were not dead! They had to be alive! They just had to be! She cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, Nileth woke, convinced the night before was a lie. But when she opened her eyes and looked around, she saw the nightmare was real. She heard a soft noise behind her. She turned to see another elf maid surveying the damage. It was Umbothel, a mere maid a few seasons younger than herself. She seemed so disconnected from the tragic surroundings. Her parents died there too, but she had cut herself off from emotion. A sniffle reached Nileth's ears. She turned. Another elf maid had survived- Lorintal. She was beside her parents, tears spilling over her fair chubby cheeks as she rocked back and forth.
Nileth rose. She must return the girls to Lothlorien before nightfall. She was the oldest. The lot of caretaker fell to her. "Come. We must return to Lothlorien."
Lorintal looked up at Nileth in shock. Umbothel broke from her reverie of damage surveying the damage.
"We must return to Lothlorien now before the orcs and goblins return! Come now!"
Umbothel stood, "I remember the way back. We will go this way." She pointed to the east.
Lorintal shook her head violently and pointed west.
"I agree. We will go west." Nileth spoke up, "The only thing to the east is the Dark Lands of Mordor."
Umbothel glowered. "Fine, we will go your way, but don't blame me if we get lost." With that, she went into a sulky silence, but followed Nileth as she led Lorintal towards Lothlorien.
`~`~`*`~`~`
Just before nightfall, the elflings reached the outskirts of Caras Galadhon.
"Haldir, look! It is the children."
Haldir rushed forward to meet his cousin. "Nileth, what is wrong? What has happened?"
Nileth stumbled into his arms. "Yrch…" she whispered as she fainted from exhaustion.
`~`~`*`~`~`
"What is this of orcs in the woods by Nimrodel?" Celeborn questioned. "There haven't been orcs near there since the Last Alliance."
Galadriel merely raised an eyebrow as she listened to her husband's words and regarded the orphans before her. She looked at Nileth and then to Haldir.
"My husband, we are not here to discuss the truthfulness of their story. The remains of their camp prove it to be true. Now we have to decide how to deal with those left behind. Haldir," Haldir looked up. "You will take your cousin and raise her according to the healing arts." She looked at Umbothel. "Riuvel, you will take Umbothel to Rivendell and Lorintal to Lasgalen."
`~`~`*`~`~`
Galadriel's words were carried out, and the elf maids were separated.
A thousand years passed. Nileth grew from a rambunctious prankster into one of the most promising of the healers. Lorintal became a legendary archer, just one hair short of the skill of Prince Legolas. Umbothel became one of the bravest elf warriors Middle Earth had ever seen.
Galadriel decided it was high time for the orphans to begin families of their own, so she looked at prospective candidates. There were several nice local elf boys, but Nileth had terrorized them all as children. They were still afraid of her. There was nothing to do, but get her a husband from another realm. And Nileth was of royal blood. Granted, she was not a princess, but she would be a duchess by human standards. She therefore needed someone of high blood. There were her grandsons, but she was considering them for Umbothel and Lorintal. There was Prince Legolas, but he was not exactly what she had in mind- both as a husband and as an elf. Maybe one of his brothers…
`~`~`*`~`~`
Meanwhile, Nileth was gathering herbs in the Misty Mountains on her way back from Rivendell. The entourage had stopped for lunch when they were attacked by orcs. No one was killed, but they were forced to retreat into the woods. Call(r(, son of Thranduil, king of Mirkwood, was riding near by.
"Hoy, there!"
Nileth saw him out of the corner of her eye. She did not recognize this strange elf. Perhaps he was one of the dark ones. That would explain why he was riding near orcs. She fled deeper into the woods blindly.
`~`~`*`~`~`
Call(r( was confused. This elf-maid actually ran from him. He didn't recognize her. He smacked himself on the head. Of course, she didn't know him. She was afraid. He rode after her. These woods were dangerous if one didn't know them.
Will Call(r( find Nileth? Will she ever stop running? And what has become the rest of the camp?
By Lady of Light
Nileth wept. Her entire body shook as she lay there at her parents' side. It could not be true! No, she refused to believe it! They were not dead! They had to be alive! They just had to be! She cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, Nileth woke, convinced the night before was a lie. But when she opened her eyes and looked around, she saw the nightmare was real. She heard a soft noise behind her. She turned to see another elf maid surveying the damage. It was Umbothel, a mere maid a few seasons younger than herself. She seemed so disconnected from the tragic surroundings. Her parents died there too, but she had cut herself off from emotion. A sniffle reached Nileth's ears. She turned. Another elf maid had survived- Lorintal. She was beside her parents, tears spilling over her fair chubby cheeks as she rocked back and forth.
Nileth rose. She must return the girls to Lothlorien before nightfall. She was the oldest. The lot of caretaker fell to her. "Come. We must return to Lothlorien."
Lorintal looked up at Nileth in shock. Umbothel broke from her reverie of damage surveying the damage.
"We must return to Lothlorien now before the orcs and goblins return! Come now!"
Umbothel stood, "I remember the way back. We will go this way." She pointed to the east.
Lorintal shook her head violently and pointed west.
"I agree. We will go west." Nileth spoke up, "The only thing to the east is the Dark Lands of Mordor."
Umbothel glowered. "Fine, we will go your way, but don't blame me if we get lost." With that, she went into a sulky silence, but followed Nileth as she led Lorintal towards Lothlorien.
`~`~`*`~`~`
Just before nightfall, the elflings reached the outskirts of Caras Galadhon.
"Haldir, look! It is the children."
Haldir rushed forward to meet his cousin. "Nileth, what is wrong? What has happened?"
Nileth stumbled into his arms. "Yrch…" she whispered as she fainted from exhaustion.
`~`~`*`~`~`
"What is this of orcs in the woods by Nimrodel?" Celeborn questioned. "There haven't been orcs near there since the Last Alliance."
Galadriel merely raised an eyebrow as she listened to her husband's words and regarded the orphans before her. She looked at Nileth and then to Haldir.
"My husband, we are not here to discuss the truthfulness of their story. The remains of their camp prove it to be true. Now we have to decide how to deal with those left behind. Haldir," Haldir looked up. "You will take your cousin and raise her according to the healing arts." She looked at Umbothel. "Riuvel, you will take Umbothel to Rivendell and Lorintal to Lasgalen."
`~`~`*`~`~`
Galadriel's words were carried out, and the elf maids were separated.
A thousand years passed. Nileth grew from a rambunctious prankster into one of the most promising of the healers. Lorintal became a legendary archer, just one hair short of the skill of Prince Legolas. Umbothel became one of the bravest elf warriors Middle Earth had ever seen.
Galadriel decided it was high time for the orphans to begin families of their own, so she looked at prospective candidates. There were several nice local elf boys, but Nileth had terrorized them all as children. They were still afraid of her. There was nothing to do, but get her a husband from another realm. And Nileth was of royal blood. Granted, she was not a princess, but she would be a duchess by human standards. She therefore needed someone of high blood. There were her grandsons, but she was considering them for Umbothel and Lorintal. There was Prince Legolas, but he was not exactly what she had in mind- both as a husband and as an elf. Maybe one of his brothers…
`~`~`*`~`~`
Meanwhile, Nileth was gathering herbs in the Misty Mountains on her way back from Rivendell. The entourage had stopped for lunch when they were attacked by orcs. No one was killed, but they were forced to retreat into the woods. Call(r(, son of Thranduil, king of Mirkwood, was riding near by.
"Hoy, there!"
Nileth saw him out of the corner of her eye. She did not recognize this strange elf. Perhaps he was one of the dark ones. That would explain why he was riding near orcs. She fled deeper into the woods blindly.
`~`~`*`~`~`
Call(r( was confused. This elf-maid actually ran from him. He didn't recognize her. He smacked himself on the head. Of course, she didn't know him. She was afraid. He rode after her. These woods were dangerous if one didn't know them.
Will Call(r( find Nileth? Will she ever stop running? And what has become the rest of the camp?