Chapter 9, Trouble in Lorien.
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Elrohir squirmed slightly as his mother put on him a deep red robe. Elrohir hated getting all dressed up, but tonight they were invited to eat with the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn.
Elladan wore a sunset yellow robe with a white tunic underneath. Elrohir had a blue tunic under his red robe.
Elladan patted his brother's back.
"It's not so bad brother. It is going to be a feast, not a dance." Elladan said with a smirk.
Elrohir sighed, last time they had had a feast at home maidens had wanted to dance to the music, and Elrohir was not light on his feet when it came to dancing.
Arwen wore a lilac colored dress with white trim around the neckline. She giggled when she saw how uncomfortable Elrohir seemed.
"Come children, we must leave now." Celebrian said. She wore a sea green gown, and upon her head was an elegant golden circlet.
They quickly made their way to the feast. When they arrived they bowed before the Lord and the Lady.
Galadriel smiled when she saw the twins.
"How much you have grown! It seems so long since we last saw each other." Galadriel said as she embraced each of them.
Celeborn embraced Celebrian. "How have they behaved daughter?" He asked with a smile.
Celebrian smiled. "Very well father" She answered.
Elrohir looked at the feast and his eyes widened. He had forgotten how hungry he had been. But Elladan noticed something other than the food standing near the table.
He nudged Elrohir with his elbow and pointed.
Elrohir's mouth dropped open when he saw Nessimon standing beside the chair of the Lady Galadriel with two other maidens. The others were not as beautiful as she was.
"Elrohir? Are you going to sit down?" Galadriel asked.
Then he looked away and saw everyone sitting but himself. Elrohir's face became red and he quickly sat down.
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There were many other elves who came to the feast. Elladan took great interest in a healer who had come and he happened to be sitting beside. Elladan and the healer spoke almost all through the meal.
Elrohir's eyes were mostly on Nessimon, but sometimes one of the elves around the table would ask him of Rivendell and how his father was. Elrohir would answer politely, but soon he became annoyed with all these questions.
After a while he rose from his seat and excused himself. There were other elves walking about and talking, so it wasn't too noticeable that he left the table.
Elrohir walked over to Nessimon and she smiled.
"Hello again." She said with a smirk.
Elrohir smiled. "I didn't think you would be here." He said.
"I am the servant of the Lady, she asked me to serve her tonight." Nessimon said.
"Oh, yes. I must have forgotten." Elrohir said quickly.
Nessimon was amused by Elrohir. She could see plainly that he liked her, but she wasn't sure she felt the same way. He was very nice, but she had planned on living in Lorien all her life. And she felt like she was too young to fall in love.
Fifty or one hundred was the age of marriage for elves, except an occasional few. Nessimon was only 55, she knew she should be ready, but she wasn't sure.
"Would you like to walk with me, my lady?" Elrohir asked kindly.
Nessimon nodded and smiled, then she took his arm and they began walking through Lorien.
"I have not been here since I was very young." Elrohir said as he stared up at the huge trees.
"I do not think I could ever leave here. I have loved it ever since I born into the world." Nessimon said.
Elrohir looked over at her, feeling sudden confusion. Was she trying to tell him that she didn't like him in a kind way?
Elrohir stared at the ground now.
"You have never been anywhere else in Arda?" He asked.
Nessimon glanced at him. "No. I am only fifty five, and I have no need to travel." She said.
Elrohir nodded. "I see." Was all he could say for an answer.
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Scyra had already made it down the mountain herself. She had killed three guards to gain access into Lorien. And now she was sneaking about, watching out for elves, climbing in some of the trees.
She had no orcs with her, but she had given them a signal for their attack. They would destroy the little elf party.
Then as Scyra slipped about she saw Elrohir with a maiden and smiled.
"Lovely. She might do well for a hostage." Scyra thought.
Then she looked down at her two stubs left from the fingers that had been chopped off by Elladan. They were still wrapped up but at least they weren't bleeding like they had been.
Then Scyra lifted her orc horn and blew into it three times. All the elves were startled and very frightened when they heard the noise.
Suddenly many orcs raced into the feast and turned over the tables and wounded some of the elves.
Haldir had been present for the feast with a few of his best guards and they began defending their King and Queen and the others at the feast.
Orophin and Rumil fought beside Haldir, but they knew they would need more warriors.
Rumil was sent to retrieve more elven warriors to wipe out these orcs.
"Orophin, go and find whoever blew that horn. There is a spy in our midst." Haldir whispered in elvish.
Orophin nodded and rushed off.
Celebrian, Arwen, and Galadriel and the other maidens had fled from the battle but the others who had weapons fought to destroy the orcs.
Elladan used a bow he had been given and began shooting the orcs down. He fought beside Celeborn, who used a fierce sword to destroy the beasts.
Then Elladan began wondering about Elrohir. Where had his brother wandered off to?
His heart began to pound. What if Scyra had already killed him?
He was in no doubt that this was her doing. She had attacked just when they were present at the feast. It was no coincidence.
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When Elrohir heard the horn and grabbed Nessimon and shielded her with his own body. He had no weapon with him, but he would defend Nessimon.
Then Scyra came out from hiding. She smiled evilly when she saw they were alone and far from the others.
"Well, well, well. Nice to see you again elfling. And who is this? Perhaps a maiden you fancy? How lovely. I will not spare her if that's what you hope." Scyra said.
Nessimon's blue eyes widened when she saw his fearful looking woman.
"You will not harm her. I'd rip you apart with my bare hands before you could do anything to her." Elrohir said angrily.
Nessimon was stunned by his words, surely he would not.
"No Elrohir, we need to run." She whispered.
Scyra had heard her. "Running will do no good missy. I'm not stupid. I carry a bow as well as a sword." Scyra said.
Nessimon felt her heart sink. But Elrohir's grey eyes showed nothing but rage.
Then Scyra notched an arrow to the bow and aimed at Elrohir. Elrohir grabbed Nessimon's arm and ran behind a tree.
"Stay behind here!" Elrohir whispered.
Nessimon nodded and watched as he ran to another tree. She didn't know what his plan was, but she was scared.
Scyra was angry that Elrohir was toying with her. Running around like a frightened child.
"Stupid elf. Can't any of you take death without being scared?" Scyra growled.
Then she heard a very faint sound of hard breathing behind her and turned quickly.
Elrohir had tried to take her sword from behind but had been caught.
Scyra smiled as she pointed her arrow at his head. "Nice try elfling. Sorry it didn't work." She said slyly.
As she was about to release the arrow something hit the back of her head. The arrow did release but Elrohir had ducked just in time.
Scyra heard the maiden shuffling around behind her, she must have thrown a stone.
"You'll die next." Scyra said, but she would not take her eyes off Elrohir.
Then she pulled out her blade and stabbed him in the chest. Elrohir gasped and reeled back, he clutched the blade then let out a loud cry.
Nessimon screamed when she saw what happened.
Scyra turned to kill Nessimon next, but then she heard the sound of battle finishing. Her orcs were giving out.
Scyra shouted something in the Black Speech than ran. As she passed Elrohir she pulled her blade from his chest.
"So much for your head." She grumbled. Then she disappeared.
Nessimon ran over to Elrohir, his wound was bleeding freely, but he was still alive.
Nessimon frantically pressed her cloak to the wound to stop the bleeding.
She certainly could not let the son of Elrond die without being helped, and she also felt honored that he had protected her.
Elrohir opened his eyes slightly. "Nessimon…I'm going to die…" He whispered.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. "No, nonsense. I'm going to help you." Nessimon said, her voice shook a little.
Elrohir grabbed her hand. "No…it's too deep." He said.
Nessimon shook her head. "Stop-stop talking like that." Nessimon said.
Then Elrohir closed his eyes, she could feel his heart slowing.
"No! No don't die! Please…please I want…I want to help!" Nessimon cried.
At that moment Elladan, Celeborn and Haldir rushed over. Elladan felt his heart stop.
His brother was laying there and Nessimon was crying over his body.
He rushed over and grabbed his brother's hand.
"No, hold on. I'll get you help." Elladan whispered.
Haldir and Celeborn rushed over to help as well. Tears flowed down Elladan's face.
"He's fading fast…maybe too fast." Elladan whispered. He was not as experienced as he would like.
Haldir and Celeborn lifted Elrohir and quickly carried him away where Elladan could work to heal him.
Elladan quickly followed and Nessimon behind him, but then Elladan turned to her.
"You have done all you can do. Go to Lady Celebrian and tell her what has befallen." Elladan said.
Nessimon nodded and turned to find where they had gone. She ran through the woods. Tears streamed down her face and she felt broken. She had never seen someone as cruel as Scyra before. She had never seen anyone so willing to destroy life.
Then Nessimon came to a talan where Lady Galadriel, Celebrian and Arwen stayed.
Arwen clutched her mother, her eyes wide with fright.
Nessimon took in a deep breath.
"Lady Celebrian, your son Elrohir has been wounded very badly. I'm afraid they do not know if he shall survive. Elladan has gone to help him." Nessimon said.
Celebrian began weeping and so did Arwen. Galadriel closed her eyes, her face looked very sad. Nessimon sat down beside Galadriel, but she felt as if she had to help.
Tears ran down Nessimon's face though she made no sound. She wondered what would happen if he died. Lord Elrond would receive grave news when they returned.
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