Author's note:
Tenebrae and Addrynn are the same person
Tenebrae/Addrynn has control over powerful dark magic
Vaemyr is pronounced (Vay-mir)
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-Vaemyr's POV-
The morning started like any other, my father dragged me out of bed, fed me a small breakfast of bread and cheese, and left to go on the morning orc patrol. I rubbed my eyes and looked around our small house it wasn't much but it was home.
Our house is made up of two rooms and a loft. The one big room had an old wooden table in the center with three matching chairs, one for me, one for my father, and the last belonged to my mother but currently was left unoccupied. In the large room there is also a large dirty rug, a pile of old firs for the dog to sleep on, assorted tools for cooking next to a fireplace, a broom, two swords, a shield, and two spears mounted on the wall. The second smaller room belongs to my father; there isn't much in there only a bed, a small rug, and a dresser. I sleep in the loft on a short bed made of logs; I have a small dresser, and an even smaller mirror that belonged to my mother.
I pulled a grey shirt over my dark brown hair followed by a faded blue-green tunic; I tied the leather cords around my boots and went outside to the barn to feed the animals.
"Hello Til, those chickens are chatting up a storm, any good gossip?" I laughed stroking the old horse's velvety nose. I poured oats into his feed box and tossed half a bale of hay into his stall. I walked over to the chicken coop and tossed some feed into their pen.
It was midday and the sun was high in the sky, the golden hall stood shining above the houses in the village.
"Vaemyr!" I heard someone shout.
"Yes that's my name, what do you want?" I questioned.
"The patrol just killed a large number of orcs headed for Isengard, your father sent me to tell you to ride down to them and help with the clean-up."
'Just great,' I thought to myself, 'nothing like the smell of burning orc at 3:00 in the afternoon,'
"Just let me hitch the cart," I smirked. 'Why do I always get sucked into stuff like this?' I sighed. "Come on Til, we've got work to do."
I hitched the old, wooden, cart to the lazy horse, hauled some oil into the back, lit the small lantern, grabbed the reins, and hopped up onto the cart. "Lead the way soldier!" I laughed and gently tapped the reins to Til's back.
We traveled for only maybe half an hour before we got to the spot. I could smell it before we could actually see it, but I've always had a nose for that kind of thing. When we arrived at the scene the usual yellow grass was blood stained and trampled. The surviving fighters were already forming a pile of orc corpses.
I jumped off the cart and led Til over to the forming pile and handed the reins to a low ranking soldier and started to help with the pile up. I was helping carry an orc when one particular corpse caught my eye. I tossed the dead orc's feet onto the pile and rushed off to get a better look at this pale figure wrapped in a dark, bloodstained, cloak which before the battle was probably gray.
I pushed back the hood and found a pale gray face, eyes closed, black and silver hair, definitely not an orc, surprisingly still breathing. I knew that if I told anyone they'd just kill him and that would be that, but I was interested. This person, whatever he was, should be dead considering the damage he took during the fight and the blood loss but he was fighting, he didn't want to die. This was particularly interesting because most servants of the enemy welcomed death but not this one. So I listened to my disobeying-my-father teenage instincts which I never really grew out of since I am 22 years old at the moment, and decided that I needed to help this person.
While all the other men were dumping oil on the pile I loaded mystery person onto the cart and covered him in blankets. I also decided to call him Addrynn because my mother always said that if she hadn't named me Vaemyr she would've named me Addrynn, she always told me she liked that name so why not put it to some use.
I handed the small lantern to my father and told him I wasn't in the mood to smell burning orc today because I was planning on eating dinner, I checked my cargo, stepped up into the cart, and gently tapped the reins to Til's back.
"Hurry boy, we need enough time to patch this... Well whatever he is up before my father gets home," I whispered to the chestnut horse who nodded his head in agreement. As we trotted along we hit some bumps and every so often I'd have to stop Til and readjust the blankets to cover a hand or a foot but it was mostly a worry-free trip home. When we were approaching Edoras I stopped Til again to make sure all pale gray ligaments and black or silver strands of hair weren't visible. I tapped Til again nervously and we set out to approach the gate.
"Go slow," I whispered to Til, "I don't want a finger or a toe popping out while we're walking past the guards, I didn't save him just so he could be killed."
As I rode through the gate I waved to the two guards standing there, I looked back into my cart I saw the tips of Addrynn's fingers sticking out from under the blanket I winced hoping that they wouldn't notice. Lucky for me they either didn't notice or just brushed them off as a smudge or some rocks or didn't even care.
I rode calmly to my house, jumped off the cart, and led Til to the small shed. I scanned the road to make sure no one was coming then I heaved Addrynn into my arms and gently positioned him onto a pile of hay covered by an old thick blanket.
"Don't move, I'll be right back," I said to an unconscious person, "don't let anyone in and don't let him out!" I told Til.
I closed the shed door, locked it, and shoved the key in my pocket. 'I need to get water, old rags, clean bandages, a needle, a candle, and I need to get him some food for when he wakes up,' I knew I already had a lot of the things I needed but I need to find a needle and some bandages. As I was walking into town I ran into the king's niece Eowyn,
"My lady Eowyn," I half bowed and half fell over because when I say I ran into her I wasn't kidding, "what... Umm... Are you okay?"
"I'm just fine thank you for asking..." She motioned asking for my name.
"Oh, my name? My name is Vaemyr."
"Some rush you're in Vaemyr, if you don't mind me asking what has you in such a bind?"
"Um... Well my friend cut himself pretty bad and I need to find him some stuff like a needle and some bandages. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find some do you?"
"Yes I do happen to know where that 'stuff' is, Arien usually has some."
"Thank you, and well I better hurry... you know... Before he bleeds to death," I laughed nervously.
"Well it was nice to meet you Vaemyr, I hope your friend will be okay," she smiled and walked away. I hurried to Arien, The local medicine woman, and bought a needle, bandages, and some ointment to help reduce pain and stop an infection.
I rushed home and found Addrynn right where I left him, cold and unconscious. I grabbed a bucket of water, a clean rag, a lit candle, some thread, and a fresh pair of clothes. I walked back to the shed and knelt down next to Addrynn's limp body.
This wasn't the first time I'd patched a man up before but this was the first time I'd ever tried to help someone from the other side and so close to death. I untied his cloak and tossed it into the corner, next I took my knife and cut the leather cords holding his hauberk together and tossed that on top of the cloak, and to my delight his shirt would not be easy to save either so I decided it would be best if I just cut it off as well and not cause him any unnecessary pain.
When his shirt was off I took a rag and drenched it in water to wipe the area around his wounds clean. After he was cleaned I threaded the needle and held it above the candle's flame for a while, when I touched the hot needle to his skin he flinched and I was thrown back against the wall, shocked I sat against the wall for a few seconds but I shook it off and got back to work.
After I closed the wounds I put the ointment on them and while that dried I cut his long black and silver hair messily just under his ears and I washed it very well. I pushed open his eyelids to make sure of no eye damage and was surprised to see that the whites of his eyes weren't white, they were black, and his irises were silver. When the ointment was dry I wrapped him in the soft, white, bandages and put one of my old faded green shirts and a pair of tan pants on him.
"Hmmm, you could almost pass for an actual normal human," I laughed to an unresponsive Addrynn. Then I sat back and waited for either him to wake up or my father to come home.