Moonlights Mist Chapter 8

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Nightgown?

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"talking"

'Entish'

'Thinking'

"Black Tongue"

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I am looking for BETA for anyone woh's interested.

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Isilme sat in the chair next her beloved sister. Since Frodo was stabbed with the Morgul blade Telume had diligently woken from her feverish slumber to draw the poison from him. After the first two days of travel Frodo had gained enough strength to walk though Strider refused to let him do so. All had watched as Telumes complexion had gotten more and more pale and the shine stripped slowly from her hair. They had listened as she had fever induced dreams often times calling out for Tom to help her. Other times the small woman would mumble things about someone called Boromir. More often than not though she slept and Isilme had refused to out her down for more than a few seconds.

One the fifth day of travel though the group was met by two riders. Glorfindel and Arwen. It had seemed that Lord Elrond had seen their arrival and that they would need help to run from the Nazgul that had tracked them down. Glorfindel had taken Telume from a reluctant Isilme, and Arwen had taken Frodo. Though the small hobbit had said that he was fine. Just some pain in his chest and shortness of breath. By the time the small group had reached the Last Homely House Frodos wound was well on it's way to healing but Telume was still having fever induced dreams. No. Elrond had said that they were nightmares.

It'd been two days since then and though Telume had shown signs of recovery she still did not wake. Lord Elrond had assured Isilme that Telume was healing far faster then Frodo would have had she not drawn the poison from his body. The hobbits would stop by every now and then to make Telume was doing well. Luckily she was. The elves that had stopped by to check on her had said that she was resilient and assured Isilme that though she was human the small woman healed far faster than any elf, hobbit, or dwarf.

Over the days Isilme was vaguely aware that the house of Lord Elrond had company. Though she could hear some noise from the guests that walked past the door. The light footsteps of elves, the loud thundering footsteps of dwarfs, and the thudding of boots that could only be made by humans.

"My child." A voice called from behind Isilme.

"Lord Elrond." She said in greeting not taking her eyes from her sisters chest steadily rising and falling. "What brings you here?"

"In two days time there will be meeting of the races." He paused as he walked beside. "I know now might not be the opportune time to ask but I would like you to attend."

Isilme sat in thought for a few moment. "And Telume?"

He nodded. "If she chooses." When he was met silence he knelt in front of her and took her hands in his. "Do not fret. She shall awaken within the day." He smiled reassuringly when her head shifted to look at him. A smile on her face as her muscles finally relaxed.

"Thank you." She said softly.

Her merely nodded. "Over the years both of you have come to mean much to me and mine. Though the time my people had with both of you was short you've both managed to capture their hearts." He stood pulling her with him. "Now then. I suggest a walk among the trees. That had always seemed to calm you."

Isilme rolled her eyes as she nodded. "Of course." She pulled her hands away gently and turned before stopping. "Would you wish to join me?" she asked softly.

Elrond smiled fondly as he took her hand and placed it in the crook of his elbow as he led her to the gardens. From there he knew had to leave her. Though he could sense that she needed the company.

Their walk was made in silence neither needed words to comfort the other. Isilme had always seen Lord Elrond as a close friend and uncle figure. His mere presence calmed her though she would rather have Tom or Goldberry here with her. As they came upon the tree line of the Garden Isilme felt Elrond stop.

"I fear I have matters to attend." He said releasing her hand from her elbow. "I shall see you supper?"

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Isilme nodded as she started to walk into the forest. The usually bright green of the trees seemed somewhat muted as she walked but felt as though the trees were glad to see her. It'd been years since she had spoken to them. Though she could not speak or understand Entish like Telume she still spoke to them. As she walked she came to one of oldest trees she had seen. The one that she had told all of her fears to. She sat at it's base on a root and felt it shift to make her more comfortable.

"It has been lone my friends. I only wish I was in a better mood." She said softly.

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Legolas sat starring off into the forest. When he had arrived this morn he had heard that Telume was in Imladris. He was ecstatic. It'd been years since he'd seen the young woman he cared for like a little sister. However, when he'd gone to visit her he was informed that none were allowed to see her without the permission of Lord Elrond. He'd spent most of the day searching for the Lord but was unable to find him. In frustration he had run into the wooded area beyond the garden. He them climbed the current tree he was sitting in to think. He'd guessed he'd been here for a few hours in near silence. The trees were forlorn, but happy at the same time. His ear twitched as he heard a voice sound from below him.

Turning to look he saw a human sitting on one of the roots of the tree soft words spilling from her mouth. He knew he really shouldn't have listened, but her words intrigued him. Especially when the tree shifted.

"Much has happened since we last spoke. The most horrible thing though was what Telume had done recently upon our journey here."

At the sound of Telumes name he listened with rapt interest.

"That stupid little dimwit." She had said closing her eyes. From his position he could see tears fall silently down her cheeks as she looked up at the sky.

"She cares not for her own safety."

He nodded for that was only too true.

"She almost died."

Legolas felt his heart stop. 'What?'

"She absorbed poison from a Morgul bladed wound." The woman's tears flowed freely though she didn't made a sound. "Stupid little girl." She said even softer. "I can not loose my sister. Does she not realize this?"

Legolas listened as his heart began to beat once more. If she was cursing Telume then she was still alive. 'Wait sister?' He though to himself. 'She never mentioned having a sister and they looked nothing alike.'

"I know Elrond said she would wake soon, but that holds no comfort in my heart. I know her. She will just get into more life threatening situations." The young woman sighed deeply. Her tears beginning to dry. "And I shall be there with her." The woman stood and wiped her face free from tear trails her voice full of determination.

Legolas sighed softly as he dropped from the tree a few feet away from the young women. "Forgive me, My Lady, for listening to your conversation with the trees. I did mean to eavesdrop." He said with a slight bow.

The woman looked at him, a calm expression upon her face. "No it I who should apologize. You came here for solace and I've intruded."

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Telume sighed as she rolled over pulling the blankets over her head to block out the sun. 'Wait Blankets?' She thought slightly alarmed. The last thing she recalled was that they were still in the woods. They must have made it to Elronds home already. She sighed as she pushed the blankets from her. She had to find Isilme. The poor girl was probably out of her mind with worry. As she stood her brow furrowed. Something was off.

After she stood Telume looked down at her body… And screamed in rage. She was in a night gown! A NIGHTGOWN! She never wore those. She wasted no time in running to the door as fast as she could, which was really fast, and running to find her sister. She knew it was her fault. She ran past many an elf as they had, more than likely, came to check to see what the noise was. Needless to say they moved out of her way as fast as they could.

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Isilme bowed to the blond elf in front of her. "I shall take my leave." She said softly as she turned to walk away. She was stopped though by a loud scream. "Oh dear Valor help me. Telume has found I've put her in a nightgown." She heard the elf behind her chock.

"You did what?" came his reply.

She turned to find his face pale and slightly ashen. "Ah. You must know her."

He nodded. "Well enough to call her my sister in all but blood." He paused his color returning. "I hope for your sake she cares deeply for you. Perhaps I shall see to it she causes you no harm?"

Isilme smiled slightly. "She is like s sister to me as well stranger and I see no problem with that. I'm sure I'll need someone to hold her while I run." She said making her way back.

He chuckled softly. "I am Legolas." He said following Isilme

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