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Chapter Twenty-Three: Reveries and the Call...

Reveries of a broken Fellowship...

After entering her talan, Arlothiyenne, lost in reverie during her bath, her eyes closed to the outside world. She thought on her little friends and the those that traveled with them. They were on the banks of the Anduin amongst the ruins of an ancient city. The vision played out just like her dreams, yet she did not fear it this time. Seeing the events, she watched through closed eyes as they began unfold.

The scene played out as before. Frodo in the woods with Boromir, who tries to take the ring. Aragorn finding Frodo and releasing him on his own, the battle, Merry and Pippins kidnapping, Boromir's death, Sam and Frodo journey beginning. All of it. The fellowship had broken that day.

Feeling the shock of the revelation, she sat up abruptly stunned by the feeling of what had happened among her friends. She knew this would happen. It was meant to go this way. Why this surprised her, she did not know. Stunned, she began to wash herself slowly. Looking out the window near the tub, she saw that the sun had already left the sky and twilight had now spread upon Lorien. Her time was here, now this night, all she had to do was wait for the call to come. She finished her bath and dressed in her nightdress and slipped uneasily into bed. Soon, sleep took her, to a place she did not want to be.

More horrifying dream...

She dreamed of Rohan as before, but before it had been as though she was just looking out upon the events, but this night, she realized, she was to be there.

She saw people of Rohan retreating to the old human fortress. It was set against the mountain housing the Glittering Caves, a vast flat land in front and on the sides rose up two sets of mountains. They literally were walking into a melting pot of sorts. Among those that traveled with them were Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli. An attack of wild beasts happened just before the people made it to the fortress. Wargs.

Upon their backs were orcs, trained to ride them. The battle that came, Arlothiyenne cringed in her dreams, watching as the warriors of the land, along with her friends fought the beasts. In the fight, she watched as Aragorn was taken by an advancing warg and drug over the edge of a cliff. In her heart she felt he was not dead, but just injured.

But then the dream seemed to finish itself. Playing out into a different direction. She saw herself standing among the others.

Inside the keep, as suspected Aragorn was not dead and returns, then speaks with King Theoden, discussing the details of how the battle would play out. She hears Aragorn beg the king of Rohan to call for aid, but the King's reply told her that he felt that no one would care enough to assist his people, then assured them all, he knew how to defend his keep, giving orders that all able bodied men and young lad to fight.

She began to toss and turn as the next part of the dreams began to play in her mind.

Aragorn stood in the armory, watching as the men, both young and old, prepared for battle. Legolas feeling no hope and despair, spoke to him of this being a death sentence. Aragorn shot back at him that he would gladly die as one of them. But then the scene changed, and Aragorn now sat upon the steps into the main hall of the Keep, watching a boy, who was dressed in armor and wielding a sword. He called to the boy, and took the sword, after inspecting it, he returned it to him telling him that it was a good sword and would serve him well. Aragorn then was in the armory suiting up for battle and tying the last of the ties, when his sword was presented to him by Legolas who apologized for despairing. Aragorn ever the friend, smiled lightly and touched Legolas upon the arm in forgiveness. Then Gimli entered the room, wearing an over sized chain-mail talking about it needed taking in. A horn blew in the distance.

The Horn caused her next state of restlessness and her heart pounded as panic rose in her sleep. The next scene began to terrify her.

'Urk!' Aragorn muttered. Alarmed.

Legolas's eyes averted toward the stone stairs. "That is no Orc horn!" he responded.

Both ran up the stairs and out onto the battlements. She behind them wanting to know who it was that came, but her heart already knowing the answer. The King was approached by an Elf cald in golden armor, his cloak of crimson red material. Haldir. She felt in her dream the lurching of her soul seeing him there, about to go to battle.

Next she saw the battle ensue. Screams sounding in the air, metal clashing against metal, an explosion further down the wall, the putrid smell of death lingering in the air. Helms deep was now a bowl of death, destruction, and carnage. In the midst of the battle, she heard the King call out to Aragorn. 'Get your men out of there! Fall back to the Keep."

The elves will fight alongside men. Haldir was fighting when Aragorn called out to him, "Nan Barad!" she watched as Haldir called out to his men motioning for them to fall back to the keep. Fighting his way towards the keep, an orc came to his side slicing open his left arm, causing her beloved to stand there shocked, dazed. In her dream she was there and stood near him, but he could not hear her, nor could she move, she was powerless to stop it. Behind him, like a flash another orc came running to him. She screamed out, he heard her not. The orc wielding an axe brought the massive weapon down upon his back. Haldir stunned from the blow, fell to his knees and only stared into the air. Seeing him like this, she ran to him kneeling beside him, screaming for him to stay with her. He looked briefly into her direction, and then said her name "Arlothiyenne". Aragorn soon made his way to Haldir's side and held him as his head fell back, his spirit left his body. She screamed out, which no one heard her, and cried for Haldir to return, but he did not, he was dead.

She felt the fear, the pain in the loss. The dream had ended when she shot up in her bed and cried out. "Haldir! NO!"

The Time has come...

Realizing it was a dream she sat on her bed, pulled her knees up to her chin and cried. She felt all the pain and sadness of it. Her tears flowed freely. Her whole body shook as she her tears fell down to earth, pain overwhelmed her soul. Was this just a dream, or was it a vision? She could not tell for it seemed so real to her. Her Haldir, his fate… Could this be his destiny? Surely not; she tried to reason with herself. He was meant to protect her. Keeping her eyes hidden she tried to calm herself, but felt she was not alone.

The air in the room changed in an instant charged with electricity, like a lightning bolt. She looked up and glanced about the room. Nothing out of the ordinary..at first. She wiped her eyes, and upon reopening her eyes were gifted to the sight of the strangest thing never seen before in her life.

A small orb of light formed just in front of her, hovering over her bed. It pulsed with a ray of vibrant colors; blues, greens, pinks, red, yellow, purple, indigo and oranges. The light in it became stronger and upon looking at the little ball of light she realized, it was not just a ball, it was a tiny person with wings that glowed. Seeing this little thing lightened her heart tremendously the light emanating from it filled the room with love and warmth.

Mesmerized by the beauty of the small creature, she smiled. "What are you, little one?" she asked. Reaching out she tried to grab the little creature. The creature backed away, its wings still fluttering. Arlothiyenne held out her hand waiting to see what would happen.

The little person stopped itself and stood on the palms of Arlothiyenne's hand, its wings now only fluttering every so often. In the tiniest of voices, she spoke, "I am a faerie a messenger sent for you, Arlothiyenne, Daughter of Light."

"A Faerie? I do not recall stories of your kind?" she said little confused.

"We are messengers of the Valar. Not many have ever seen us, and those that have, have long forgotten us. We are not documented among the Eldar." she said in a tiny giggle. She was a playful little thing.

"You were sent for me?" she asked. "What is your name?"

"Lily, named after the flower from which I came from. You must come with me, princess, she awaits you," she urged. The tiny creature reached for Arlohiyenne's thumb and began to pull on it.

The faerie flew up into the air and then swooped down to grab Arlothiyenne's robe, pulling and tugging. She finally flew to hover over Arlothiyenne. Dropping the robe she told her again, "Come!" She giggled again and begin to flutter about waiting.

Seeing and hearing the little Faerie's urgent plea, Arlohtiyenne felt she must only do one thing. Follow. She got up from her bed, put on her robe and slippers. The faerie fluttered, danced before her, her little light pulsating as she sung and hummed. The way she moved reminded Arlothiyenne of a child skipping. Arlothiyenne giggled seeing such a childlike manner. The freedom and playfulness of Lily was whimsical. It lightened Arlothiyenne's heart, she smiled down at her.

The faerie turned to Arlothiyenne several times as they walked through the city, then would grab her hand pulling it telling her in the tiniest of voices. "Come, she will be here soon!" she would continue to lead Arlohtiyenne through the wood in this way. Which caused Arlothiyenne to giggle at the tiny lady's overeager way. "It is not far!" she said then continued to sing a sweet song.

Arlothiyenne became mesmerized by Lily, and it seemed that all else in the world disappeared. Her sights only on the one in front of her. Lily led while she followed, leading her through the underbrush and over the fallen limbs on the path to where, Arlohtiyenne did not know. Before long, Arlothiyenne found herself in a glade, that glistened in the moonlight, the flowers glowing. So serene, it was the most sacred of placed in all of Lorien with the exception of the Mirror Glade. One she was forbidden to see as a child. 'I remember this place, Haldir caught me before I entered it.' she thought to herself.

As her memory ended of that day, when Haldir caught her on this path, she looked around and found that Lily had disappeared.

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