Nylelyth:
The sun shone in my eyes. I sat up. I was in a bed, the windows were open, letting in the soft warm breeze. The curtains flowed with the wind. I looked around the room I was in. Bofur sat in the chair across the room from me, fast asleep. Someone had dressed me in a white dress, my other clothes were no where to be found. I was still confused behind the meaning of my dream. It felt more like a memory, rather than a dream. I slid off the bed, wincing as I stood up. My leg had fully healed, but the wound in my side was still sore. The power of Elvish healing was still a wonder to me. I walked out the door onto the patio, soaking in the view of the valley. There was a giant waterfall, the leaves gently rustled in the wind as I breathed in the fresh air. There was something familiar about this place, as if I had been here before, many years ago. I shook off the strange sense of familiarity and walked back to my room. I was parched, my mouth was dry and my throat felt cracked. There was a jug of water sitting on a table, without even bothering to pour it into a glass I drank straight from the jug. The water slid down my throat, replenishing and repairing all the cracks I had made with my inhuman screaming. Water has never tasted so good to me in my life.
"Thirsty, huh?" I heard a voice from behind me. I finished gulping the water and set the jug down. Bofur had woken up.
"How long was I out?"
"Only since yesterday. It's mid-morning right now." He replied. "Ya should get back to bed. Ya need rest."
"Bofur, I'm fine. I promise." I gave him a reassuring smile. I really did feel fine. "Why are you even here?"
"The lads and I took turns keepin' watch" He said. "Just to make sure you'ere okay." I was confused. Why did they even care what happened to me?
"Why would you? I'm not part of the company."
"You took an arrow for Thorin, lass. An arrow with Morgul poisonin' on it." He replied with a serious face. "You may not be a part of it, but we owe ya." I blushed a little. I didn't know think that much about taking an arrow for him. He was a king, anyone would do it. At least I thought anyone would. The door creaked open, Lord Elrond appeared.
"Ah, I see you're awake!" He said cheerfully. He turned to Bofur."Would you mind giving us a moment?" Bofur nodded and left the room. Lord Elrond closed the door.
"How did you know my name?" I was always upfront about questions, especially when random elves knew my name.
"I take it you do not remember." He replied. He looked intently at me.
"What am I supposed to remember?" I was getting angry, why does no one tell me anything.
"You lived here for a time." He said. "I took you in, as your mother fought with the dwarves of Erebor."
"What are you talking about?" Confusion clouded my voice. "I've never met you before?"
"I want to show you something, something that may refresh your memory." He gestured towards the door and reluctantly, I followed him. He led me down a corridor and up a huge flight of stairs. My side still ached from being shot, but I tried my best not to let him know that I was in pain. When we finally got to the stop, my jaw dropped in awe. It was on top of the tallest tower in Rivendell, a table with some chairs sat in the middle. The views around it were breath taking. You could see for miles and miles through the valley. The forest was gleaming from the golden sun that shone above. The waterfall was behind us, falling in a rampage. Hitting the rocks, bouncing off them into a steady stream that ran around the platform. The covering of the platform was an ivory white, with green ivy leaves climbing to the top. I looked around, stunned at the beauty of my surroundings.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked. Still looking around in shock.
"I wanted you to meet someone, that might help you remember." He said. He pointed over to a corner of the platform. I woman stood there, well an elf actually, her long hair cascading down her back like a river of blonde. The dress she wore was white, covered in sparkling white jewels that looked like starlight. She turned to me.
"Nylelyth." She smiled at me. "I know you do not remember who I am, but I was a great friend of yours, ages ago." I didn't know what to think. All these people telling me that they knew me, and that I was their friend when in reality I was just a girl.
"I think you have the wrong person." I tried backing away. "I don't know either of you." I paused. Lord Elrond put his hand on my back gently.
"Come here," the blonde elf said, holding out her hand, "let me help you remember, child" Lord Elrond softly pushed me towards her. I hesitated as I slipped my hand into hers. She closed her eyes, soon after my eyes closed as well.
In about two seconds, I saw 2,000 years. Thousands of years that I had lived. I saw wars, and people, and places that I had only dreamed of, or at least I thought were only dreams. Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel became more and more familiar. Every memory I ever had came rushing back to me in a giant wave. I collapsed on the ground, letting this wave take over.
"What's happening?" I whispered. I curled into a ball, unable to comprehend what had just happened. "What am I?"
"You are Maia." Lady Galadriel said. She knelt down next to me, and stroked my hair. "You have the gift of immortality."
"How come I didn't remember?" My voice squeaked. I was still trying to comprehend everything that had just happened.
"When you were attacked," Lord Elrond explained. He knelt next to lady Galadriel. "When those men, killed your mother, and... did what they did to you, your mind repressed almost all of your memories. It happens to those who suffer greatly. Even to those who are immortal. You could only remember some things about your life, other things it completely changed. Like some of the stories your mother told you were actually your memories that your mind altered." My mind was spinning. Immortal? I thought to myself. Repressed memories? Could this all be actually true?
"This can't be true... I can't be immortal?" My eyes were wide. "How did I become this?"
"Your father was a part of the Maia, and your mother was half. That is why she could be killed." Lady Galadriel informed me. "The Maia are incapable of dying, even by force." My mind was spinning, what was happening?
"I-I need to think." I got up and ran down the stairs, back to my room. I shut the door and leaned against it so no one could get in.
Kili:
I had woken up that morning with the intention of going to see Nylelyth. I had stayed with her most of the night, but Balin insisted that I went and rested. When I went to her room, she was no where to be found. I waited in her room for her, she had to return soon right? I stood on the patio, taking in the sights and the sounds of Rivendell. Although I was supposed to hate the elves, I was impressed by the beauty of their surroundings and strangely jealous. I heard the door to the room slam shut and heavy breathing. Lifting the curtains back, I found the scrunched up figure of Maude shaking in front of the door.
"Nylelyth?" My voice was shaky, I had never seen her like this. She was always so strong, and brave. "Nye? Are you okay?" She snapped her head up.
"Kili? W-what are you doing in here?" Her eyes were full of tears. "You shouldn't be in here." She started to get up and grab the door handle. I grabbed her arm, and looked her in the eyes.
"What is wrong?" My voice was slightly harsh, but filled with worry. She slid back down the door. Her chin quivered in preparation of the tears that were going to come. Without another word, I took her in my arms and she leaned her head against my chest. Her hot tears soaked through the fabric of my tunic. I shushed her as she sobbed and rocked her back and forth. We sat there for a long time, and although it seemed endless, her tears had stopped. I scooped her up in my arms, she was so small, it was almost effortless. Placing her gently in the bed, I couldn't help but wonder what had made her so upset. She pulled the blankets up to her chin. Rolling over on her side, she avoided eye contact with me. I stroked the top of her head, before leaving the room. My strides across the room to the door seemed to take hours to make. I turned around as I reached the door, sighing deeply. I wanted nothing more than to just stay there, and hold her until all of her tears ran dry. I wanted to make her smile, I wanted to make her forget why she was even upset in the first place. But she did not want me there, I knew this. As quietly as I could, I shut the door behind me. Pausing for a moment, I sighed again. Nylelyth was something else. When I was with her, I feel like I've known her for years. As if we had met in another life. There were footsteps coming down the hall, a tall elf, with dark hair. As she came closer and closer, I began to straighten up.
"May I help you?" I asked, looking up at her.
"I've come to see Nylelyth." She said. "My father, Lord Elrond, sent me." She was the lady Arwen. Her beauty was widely talked about, and she lived up to the gossip. I cleared my throat.
"Uhm, she's not seeing anyone right now, you'll have to come back... later." She didn't say anything, but just looked at me with intense eyes. I scooted from the door. "Fine, but only for a few minutes." She smirked and walked in the door.
Nylelyth:
Soon, little memories started creeping back into my mind. I remember living in Rivendell. I remember the markets, and the fairs. I remember there was a girl there, an elf. Her name I wasn't quite sure. But we had been friends the whole time I stayed in Rivendell. She had long dark hair, her eyes were a beautiful blue color, and I always remember being jealous, but also astounded by her beauty. It didn't change our friendship, we were the best of friends. The door to my room creaked open slowly.
"Arwen?" Magically, seeing her face made me remember her name.
"Nylelyth." She replied with a huge smile. We ran for a reuniting hug, and she picked me up from off the ground. She was about a foot taller than me.
"Today has been awful." There were still tears in my eyes.
"Well then," she said to me in her cheery voice, wiping the rest of the tears from my face. "We will have to make tonight better! There is to be a party in honor of your return to Rivendell, everyone will be there!"
"E-everyone? I'm not sure I'm ready for that." I was apprehensive. Only just a few moments ago, I had remembered that I was alive for 2,000 years. "I don't think a party is necessary. Nor do I want one."
"Of course it is," she argued. She always won our arguments. "You've been gone for some time Nyle. And after everything that has happened, a little fun is just what you need." I couldn't argue. It did sound nice to just relax. "And of course, your dwarvish friends will be invited."
Later on, she had laid out some dresses that had once belonged to me, years ago. It seemed like a totally different life, as if I was a different person. Lord Elrond had always been so kind to me. He gifted me with beautiful dresses, and jewelry, as if I was Arwen's sister. I had chosen my favorite dress. It was beige, the darker bronze details on the dress of ivory leaves climbed up the sides of the dress and wrapped around. A sheer piece of fabric had been wrapped from my waist to my shoulder, the fabric hung down to the bottom of the dress. Arwen had pulled half of my hair back, a traditional Elvish hairstyle. I looked in the mirror at myself.
"You look beautiful mellonamin." I looked at her, she had on her lavender dress. The sleeves cut down the middle so her bare shoulders were exposed.
"Not as beautiful as you,Vanimle sila tiri, Arwenamin " I spoke Elvish, I forgot that I spoke Elvish.
"You know that you do not have to call me My lady, you are a part of my family. You are the sister that I never had." I blushed a little bit. "Now, let us go to the party and shock everyone there with how beautiful you are." She took my arm as we walked down the hallway to where the party was. I had spent the whole day with Arwen, catching up on things that we had both missed in each others lives. Not much had changed in the 200 years that I had been gone. We walked into the party. There was music and dancing and the best food and wine for miles. My side was still sore from my injury, but I pretended not to feel it. Lord Elrond came over and laid a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"It's nice to have you back Nylelyth." He gave me a smile.
"It's nice to be back, Lord Elrond." I went to sit at the table with Arwen. The dwarves sat at the opposite end of the table, looking into the bowls of salad that sat in front of them. Probably wondering where the meat was. Arwen nudged me.
"That dwarf with the dark hair has done nothing but stare at you since we walked in." It was Kili, and my face turned bright red. She raised her eyebrows and looked at me. "Is there something going on that I should know about?" I didn't tell her about what had happened between Kili and I. Her jaw dropped when I told her.
"I'm not going with the company, so it would be useless to do anything now." I said, she could tell that I was upset about it. She didn't push it any further. All of the sudden, someone held out their hand in front of me. A tall elf, with golden hair that flowed over his shoulders.
"My name is Emeryn, you are Nylelyth, correct?" He asked. I nodded. "Would you care for a dance?" My heart beat a little bit faster, Arwen nudged me towards him. I accepted, and he lead me out to the dance floor.
Kili:
Nylelyth walked into the room. She was glowing. The dress she wore hugged her hips in the best way, I couldn't help but stare at her. Normally, she tied all her her hair back, but tonight she let it flow over her shoulders and down the small of her back. Half of it was tied up into a braid, but the rest had stayed curly. Lord Elrond said something to her, and she went and sat down at the end of the table, with the dark haired elf. My eyes were still glued to her as she floated from the door to the table. The dark haired elf and I made eye contact, and she whispered something to Nylelyth.
"Aye! Kili!" Fili had nudged me, they were all drinking the ale that the elves had brought out especially for us. Fili handed me a cup and I took a sip, not really in the mood for drinking. Nylelyth was leaving the company, she wasn't coming with us. She was to stay here in Rivendell, and I was most likely never going to see her again. Maybe I did need a drink. I chugged the rest of my ale, slamming my cup down. A pretentious golden haired elf had approached Nylelyth and held his hand out to her. Elves. I thought as I rolled my eyes. I saw her nod her head and smile at him. She took his hand and they walked over to the dance floor. He put his hand on her waist, I could feel my blood boiling. Someone had brought me another ale, without thinking, I gulped this one down.
"Woah Kili!" Bofur shouted. "Slow down! We don't want to be draggin' ya outta here!" Everyone started laughing, I pretended like I was in the mood for jokes. But all I could fixate on was Nylelyth, and that dirty elf that had his hands on her. I saw them talking and her laughing, but I didn't stop watching them. If he did anything to her, I would rip his arms off. My grip tightened around my cup. Nylelyth looked over his shoulder at me, she quickly looked away as we made eye contact. This was the last time I was ever going to see her, and I doubt that she would ever remember me.
Translations:
mellonamin- my friend
Vanimle sila tiri, Arwenamin- Your beauty shines bright, my lady
