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Chapter 4

Iasbelin sat on her bed and shook. Today was Halchon's funeral and she was so afraid that what everyone had been talking about was true. She was afraid that he really was dead and that he was not coming back. Her mother had forced her into a black dress and black veil that covered her face. Apparently the entire royal family along with the Guard was going to be in attendance. Iasbelin did not want to leave her home, though. What if Halchon came back and there was no one home?

Iasbelin had given up on speaking a while ago because every time she did speak her parents would look at her as if she were on her death bed. It scared her that her parents would look at her like that so she decided that not speaking was a better fate. Iasbelin knew that her brother was out there somewhere trying to get back home. She knew that he would come back to her somehow. She thought back to three weeks ago when Legolas had tried to tell her that he was dead. She remembered screaming in his face and calling him a liar. She knew that he would come back but she kicked him out anyways. Every three hours without fail he would knock at her door in a futile attempt to check on her. Why did she need checking if all she was doing was waiting? Iasbelin shook her head fiercely to rid herself of those memories. All she wanted to do was sleep.

"Iasbelin?" Her mother said softly as she walked into her room. Iasbelin looked up at her mother's tear stained face. She did not say anything. "We need to leave now. Please come, my dear." Iasbelin nodded and rose slowly from her bed. She walked slowly to her mother and took the hand she held out for her. "We will be following the body in the procession. They Captain of the Guard and a few other higher ranking officers will be behind us." Her mother explained. Iasbelin nodded and wondered why all these people were coming to pay their respects to someone who was alive.

Her mother and Iasbelin walked out into the street and followed it to the Hall of Healing where Halchon's body was being kept. The procession would start from there and move to the burial ground of the Guard. Iasbelin walked into the Hall to find the Royal Family and very high ranking officers standing in front of the entrance to where they kept the dead bodies. She saw King Thranduil and Queen Adiual standing with Prince Legolas, they were all dressed in formal mourning clothes and the Queen wore a veil just as Iasbelin did.

The large door to the morgue opened and revealed four members of the Guard who were close friends of Halchon. They carried a brown stretcher on their shoulders. They walked past the peopled gathered in the Hall and Iasbelin, her father, and her mother fell into step behind the four Elves. The Captain of the Guard and a few other lieutenants followed closely. The Royal Family, much to everyone's surprise, took up the rear of the procession. Iasbelin's mother handed her a lantern and did the same to her father. The other Elves all had a lantern in their hands. They held the lantern high so that they could led the spirit to the Halls of Mandos. The procession found it's way to the main road in the city. Hundreds of Elves lined the street, they all held a lantern. The Elves who had gathered sang a lament for the fallen solider. A soft dark melody was resinating through the air. It was twilight and the stars were just coming out in the sky. Iasbelin kept her eyes fixed on the stretcher that the Elves in front of her carried.

'That cannot be him. He is still alive. Why do they bury an Elf who lives.' Iasbelin thought. She looked up at the body on the stretcher, her eyes were fixed. She watched the body rise and look at her. She could see her brother's face as clear as day. She began to cry.

"Do not let them bury me, Iasbelin. I live. I promised that I would come back for you and I will." Halchon said to his sister. Iasbelin could not utter a word before her brother laid back down. She began shaking and she hugged herself to stop. She looked around violently to see if anyone had seen.

The procession wound through the streets and made it's way to the burial ground of the Guard. Only fallen members of the Guard were allowed to be buried here. They neared the cemetery quickly and people along the route noticed the sister of the fallen solider shaking her head violently. Many of them stared and looked upon the girl who followed her brother. Her entire body was shaking now and she looked as if she were possessed. She was looking around and thrashing. She turned back to the Royal Family and then back to her parents. The procession stopped so that the gates of the burial grounds could be opened. The creek of the gate was the trigger.

"Do you not see that he lives!?" Iasbelin cried. She threw her lantern down and shook. "Do your eyes betray you?" She pointed at the body on the stretcher. The people around her stopped singing and turned to watch her. Her parents stared at her in astonishment. "He is not lost!" She cried. The street was silent and all that could be heard was a sister's sobbing. Everyone stared and she became more frantic. She ripped off her veil and clutched it in her hands. "Can you not see that he still breathes? He told me just now that he was coming back for me!" Iasbelin cried. She screamed in frustration and began walking towards the body. She walked with great force but something held her back. She felt two strong arms around her waist and she fought against them.

"Continue on. I will take her home and see that she is attended to." A voice behind her said.

"Do not take her home. She will only grow worse with the memories that linger there." Her father said. Legolas nodded and carried her away. Her parents nodded and turned their faces back to the body.

"You are his parents! You cannot abandon him!" She screamed as the arms pulled her away from the funeral. She fought hard against him but he would not give way. He all but dragged her down the road back to where the funeral had originated. "Let me go! They will bury him!" She screamed. She flipped around in her captures arms and she saw Legolas holding onto her. "Unhand me! You must let me go!" She hit and scratched him but he did not pay her any heed.

He dragged her into the Halls of Healing and down another hallway. The entire time Iasbelin screamed and yelled but he did not care. He pushed open a door at the end of the hallway and walked through it. The palace was on the other side, as it was connected to the Halls of Healing. He dragged her down another long hallway and threw open a large door that revealed a large bedroom. Legolas picked Iasbelin up the entire way and carried her over to the bed. She wriggled and flailed to be rid of his grip but he was too strong. He placed her gently in a chair and pinned her wrist to the arm rests with his hands. She shook and heaved but Legolas just stared at her squarely in the face.

"He needs me." Iasbelin cried softly. Legolas nodded.

"You are going to have to stay here for a while until we can speak with your parents." Legolas replied.

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