Chapter 10

"I do not think this is a bright idea."

Ithilia smiled serenely up at her lover before gently linking her left arm with his right, placing her other hand on top of her own, leaning her head on his shoulder as they walked through the halls. "Do not fret, meleth nin. What can your brothers possibly do to hurt Thranduil's Kingdom? They have no abnormal qualities that we know of... except for being extremely foolish."

Haldir's dark brows furrowed in worry as his left hand raised to gently rest it upon her smooth hands. After a moment of leisurely walking towards the wardens' rooms, he tightened his hold on his lover's hand that rested on his raised forearm. "That is the reason why. They are full-grown elves yet they still cannot figure out the difference between a Selenicereus Grandiflorus and a Lily. Honestly, I feel as if I have two elflings to take care of rather than my brothers.."

Ithilia couldn't help but laugh at the last statement. The Marchwarden allowed a small smile to grace his lips after hearing his love's beautiful voice. "Oh, my love." She gasped, raising a hand to wipe a tear of mirth from her eyes. "You amuse me so."

"Oh do I?" He replied, leaning down to kiss the top of her head just as they turned the corner into the hallway of the room that was exclusively saved for the Galadhrim.

"Orophin! CATCH IT!" Rúmil's shriek echoed through the thick elven doors as the pair slowly approached them. Heavy thumps of feet and objects, grunts, and shouts of inappropriate language could also be heard. Ithilia and Haldir looked at each other, both with a raised brow. "NO! Orophin, never mind my words. Just SIT DOWN! DWAER! GET HIM!" The ellon continued to shout in fury.

Leaning in until his mouth was pressed against her pointed ear, the Marchwarden started to murmur darkly. "Stay here. Something must have happened to make Rúmil this angry." With that, he gently pried himself away from Ithilia and slid into the room without a sound. A second later, she heard his infuriated voice ring out through the hallway, a thin trace of disbelief was put in.."Rúmil, Orophin, Dwaer, Ferlain, Calanon, Thalion, Istuion, Meldarion, Imrathon, Rhovanion, what in the name of Arda are you doing?!"

She heard several oofs and umphs as a reply. Deciding to see what was the matter, Ithilia quietly slipped in through the door after him and quirked a brow. Surely they weren't doing what she was witnessing at this very moment. Orophin was sprawled across the carpeted floor, Rúmil's fair face was shaded red with embarrassment, Ferlain was holding his sword, as was Thalion. As for the others, Dwaer, Calanon, Istuion, Meldarion, Imrathon, and Rhovanion, they were all piled on top of each other, long silky hair messed up and tunics ruffled. "W-Well.." Dwaer spoke up timidly, but stopped once he saw his captain's stern look and his Lady's raised hand of silence.

"Enough of this." Ithilia murmured, resting her right hand on Haldir's muscular back and her left on his bicep. She glanced up at him. His nostrils were flaring with barely contained anger and his eyes were silently thinking of a way to murder his brothers and the others. "Thalion, tell me what has happened."

The second most oldest warden straightened himself. "My Lady, a small creature has leapt in from the windows. We know not of its current whereabouts in this room. Its form is shadowed and cannot be seen, even with Calanon's keen eyesight. We all feel weighed down, as if we were being dragged..."

Ithilia closed her eyes, blocking out all sounds until she found the fëar of every single living thing in the room. Each and every being had its own unique way of identifying itself. Whether it be bright and flaming or small and quivering. She searched the entire room just to feel a tiny presence. The fëa was very small and not very noticeable and it was on the verge of burning out. But what really caught her attention was something that was swirling around the soul.

It was pitch black fog.

Inhaling sharply, Ithilia opened her eyes and nearly stumbled backwards from the shock. "Meleth nin?" Haldir asked as he looked at her in confusion. He knew of her abilities that had been acquired over the many years of her life. "What is the matter?"

"I..." She gasped, as if she had lost all her breath. Memories of fire, smoke, and black fog shrouded her mind; bringing her back to the painful memories of her brothers, Angrod and Aegnor, who were killed in the Dagor Bragollach. "I have not felt such darkness since the First Age of the Sun..." She murmured, her alarmed eyes looking up at Haldir's silver ones. "This creature is cursed. We must find it before it fades away while suffering."

One of the shorter chapters. :P

I wrote it at the top of my head and I didn't double check it.

This is literally the shortest chapter I will ever write. And good news;

I'm inspired! :D I will be updating more frequently(weeks in between instead of months)

This is all because of BrownEyedGirl87. She's reviewing on almost every one of my chapters and it helps me sooo much! I LOVE YOU!(No homo xD)