Disclaimer: Come on! This place is called FANFICTION. Is a disclaimer really necessary? Yes? Fine. I do NOT own Lord of the rings or any of its original characters. Amarahirewen is Kiara's. Lirealphiel would be mine. All other rights and privileges apply....yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda....Okay I'm done.
Note: Had to change the names and some stuff around. The main character, Airealphwen has changed her name to Lirealphiel. Sorry for the bad spelling, delays, and any problems I may have caused....dunno what they'd be though.... Oh, I'd also like to thank whoever it was that first commented. Not much was said and I don't know who you are, but its little things like those that keep me writing. ^^;
Chapter 2
Lisse Kemen
Sweet Earth
I awoke early, yet not as early as others. Amarahirewen was standing alone, away from the camp, as the wind blew. her eyes were closed, She seemed to be thinking listening. i walked silently up to her and almost reached her before she turned around. Amarahirewen looked at me and smiled.
Are you troubled too?"She asked, almost sadly.
I looked at her pensively. These last couple of days being responsible for the human Elijah had taken a toll on her, an invisible weariness. Indeed her eyes grew weary and seemed to not sparkle as they had before. My news would not help.
I sighed. Yes, I suppose I am troubled. More of a restlessness or aching within my heart."
Amarahirewen looked at me curiously. Whatever for?
I did not meet her gaze. Home," I stated, rather reluctantly.
She did not plead with me or offer a petion, but simply said ,"Go home friend. I will see you in Rivendell again, hopefully.
Why hopefully when you know you will?"I replied and paced a hand lightly upon her shoulder.
We hugged briefly and I gathered what little things I had with me on my ebony horse. When all was ready I mounted the creature and spoke my farewells to Amarahirewen and Elijah.
I will tell my family you said hello."I told Amarahirewen. 'Give Legolas and Narmo my love." I yelled and spurred the horse south-west, towards my home land of LothLorien.
It took ten days to get there, including the crossing of the Hoarwell river, even with a horse. The creature was cramped from running so fast away from Orcs. I had to stop often enough to change my bandages, rest, and eat. A wound a deep as mine makes one weak, even an elf. Wounds of soul and heart from long ago in Lorien begged me not to go back, Yet part of me wanted what had once been my only sense of security and peace. Fitful and restless sleep I had, if any. But I could sleep in Lorien. Not on the road where Orcs lurked about.
I reached the fair land of LothLorien on the night of the tenth day. I camped on the edge of its wood next to the smooth silver lode and its waters gently lulled me to sleep. the next morning I gathered my things and set off farther into Lorien. Upon doing so, I was lead to the Nimrodel. I smiled at its bell-like tinkling and song like sounds. I paused beside the river and though of The Song Of Nimrodell that told the story of the beautiful elvin maiden that was the rivers name sake. I hummed a few verses to myself as I waded across the refreshing waters.
I had learned the song when I was younger and had taught it to my three elvin friends. To me it had become a song of comfort and peace. I sighed. How I missed all our time together when we were younger. Before the whole mess of he ring.
I stopped and looked around me. Such a wonderful unearthly silence. save he melodious sounds of Nimrodel,, every sense was so peaceful and quiet. this sense of relaxation i had longer to feel for so long eluded me. I was a trained warrior in the time of the ring and had taught myself to not fall into to any sense of security, false or authentic.
Indeed this skill helped as I turned and quickly drew my bow and an arrow, knocking my weapon right in the face of another archer.
Blonde hair fell tranquilly on to his shoulders but was pulled back to revel the pointed ears of an elvish being and to give the sleek look of the elves of LothLorien. His bow was also knocked and aimed straight at my head. I met his gaze starring chalangeingly at him. Finally Haldir lowered his bow and sighed with a smile.
It is good to see you again, my friend. Even under the circumstances," he said, eyeing my still knocked bow.
And you,"I said with a smile. We both put our weapons away. He embraced me like a brother and we started to walk together in the woods. Haldir was like and older sibling to me. My older brother and him were the same age and had been best friends, so the three of us were always running around in the woods together. We had spent our days shooting small bows, exploring and climbing trees. But those times were gone. Haldir was now a guard of the forest, keeping unwanted things out of Lorien and helping invited travelers get to the city. I talked of many things with Haldir as we walked in the lush forest. We sand songs of memory and laughed at childhood tales. He told me he had found a wife, a pretty little elf. I was happy for him (Haldir can't cook).
As we were walking, we reached the east bank of the Silverlode river. Standing and facing me, Haldir said, I would love to stay and talk more, but I must go back to sweet Nimrodel. It is good to see you back Lirealphiel. I have missed you. Pray you do not leave soon."
I smiled sadly. I made a promise Haldir, to see Amarahirewen again. So I will be leaving. When though....,"I trailed off .
He patted my shoulder. Then I will miss you. In fact I miss you already."
He took the reins of my horse, for I bade him to keep it until I needed to leave again. I turned to face the river and gave a low whistle. An elf clad in gray stepped out from behind the brush. He threw one end of a gray-silver rope across Silverlode. I caught it and tied it onto a tree. Haldir helped me strap my things to my back and I shimmied across the rope. When I was firmly planted on the ground, he untied the rope and threw it back across to the gray-clad elf. With a last farewell, Haldir turned and went back into the forest Lorien.
I bid the gray river elf good day and continued walking onward, toward the city Galadrim. I knew I would pass the Naith of Lorien and Cerin Amroth. But I would not tarry in those places of wonder. For I also knew that the Lord and Lady of the Wood would wish to speak to me.
I came to The Naith of Lorien and journeyed just a little further to Cerin Amroth. There the great mallorn trees grew silver and lovely in their majesty. The pale niphredil and yellow elenor flowers also bloomed full and fair. I smiled to myself as I laid out my blankets for the night. It had grown dark but I could still see the silvery trees and was happy to look upon such and awe-inspiring and familiar place. I sleep soundly and without worry, for I knew I was safe in these woods. Such a sad day it will be when even elves cannot be safe in LothLorien.
When morning came, I rose with the sun. Packing my things, I was ready continue to Galadrim. But something tugged at my mind, and soul as I preceded to walk away from the lushest place in all Middle-Earth. It was purely an essence, something alluring. Like the sent of a person after they leave the room. I tried to ignore this feeling, the pulling at my body as I left Cerin Amroth. It was liked something was tugging one my hair and garments, urging me to stay longer and rest in the serenity. And I did for a second. I left my things where I had been standing and strode over to the to the circle of silver mallorn trees. Gently, almost quivering, I laid my hand on the trunk of one of the tree, feeling the smoothness of the bark. Suddenly a freeness, a new sense of life seemed to flow from the tree into me. I closed my eyes and breathed deep, feeling the breath not only on the air, but as it connected in the tree. I was breathing deep, into the earth, pulling my essence of life from all around me. I could feel the life breathing in the tree itself as well. I stayed like that for a few minutes, become refreshed and more aware. Then, shakily, I withdrew my hand from the bark of the tree and stumbled backward, sucked out of the tree world. Satisfied, I walked back to my things and picked them up. No longer did I feel the urges and the tugging to go back and rest, for I was awakened by the very soul of Elven dome
**Note from author: Hey all. How did you like it? Please leave a comment or any suggestions. I've got a start to the third chapter but, I'm in need of some inspiration. To all the ladies out there; (do any guys read this anyway?) I'm looking for the name of Haldir's wife. Who is it? I need the Elvish name please, you know so it fits in the story. Thanks once again to all who read and review!
(After checking up on this story the other day, I realized how many spelling errors and puncutatoin mistakes there were in here! I would just like to apologize to all of you who tried to read this but were unable to because it sucked so bad. ^^; So I went through and fixed it all to the best of my abilities. This chapter has been reposted. Once again, very sorry!)
