The dense marshes of highly above the world, was the colours of the vast oceans, and the golden of silky sky was beginning to hanging around with the huge sun, and mingled within.
Within ocean skyline, there was the moon, and from the golden colours, there was the sun.
Lúthien opened her eyes in weariness. She frowned because of the piercing lights of sun, yet which was used to be very gentle before. She woke up, as she heard the old, yet familiar sounds of the song through the ears.
"You've woken earlier than I expected, Thranduil." The mischievous voice whispered quietly from his back, in sudden.
Thranduil silently smiled, not even turning his eyes toward back, only just but smirking helplessly.
"Why's that?" Lúthien rubbed her chins bit roughly, as she felt that her body was burning again: actually, to hide the awkward feelings, and red blossoms on her cheeks.
Still, haven't changed
Thranduil glanced his back, turning around, unnoticed. He saw that she was blushing slightly. He just quietly watched her; not realizing until she couldn't stand the bashfulness by his gaze, leading him to the way back to her house.
ooOoo
"So the blue one's here, and the red one's there?" pilling the dried leaves and flowers, white fingers halted.
Lúthien looked him up and nodded; and admitted consequently, that teaching the labeling healing-plants to Elvenking could be a very useful outlet for diminishing her nightmares. Well, it did work; but it affected in other way.
"Wait, that's the other one!" she shouted hastily, before he replaces the poisonous flower as the ingredients of antidotes, as he miscounted. It was a brief-moment that she thought he'd look like a shying young elfling. And watching him like that, was very quite amusing.
"Why the great warrior has the weak-spot too. I never knew that!" Lúthien giggled, and appointed him, who was covered with iridescent colours of powdered treatments. A Pride warrior, covered with powders; quite rarer scene it was.
"Oh, does our prodigy-healer perfected for using the swords too?"
"Sure, perhaps you should fear as for losing. I'm not that bad at using sword, or how 'bout archery? you'll never match me with that- oh please don't look at me like that, whatever you think, I'm opposite." she smirked at his 'judging eyes', turning her eyes again to the leaves, though not knowing what will come next, as payments for sarcasm.
"How do you know?"
"Well, it's obvious that you will think me as insolent little-" and she had to flush finally, because of Thranduil's sudden whispering right in her ears vividly.
Strong hope.
And it was Thranduil, who grinned victorious smile at end, watching reddish cheeks of hers. He never knew that she was enjoying with exactly same way, as for watching flushes on themselves.
"So, where are we going?"
Lúthien jumped as he asked so naturally; she did never tell that where they would go for, and actually, it was only her: not with him.
"How did you know."
"By your actions, I guess?"
Huh? Was she that person easily read? only by her doings? she lifted her eyebrow lightly. Yes, she did plan for going to Bree, but she didn't speak out.
Thranduil sighed helplessly, "I have never seen such an elleth, can easily read like you." and shook his head lightly, with lightly smirking.
"Honoured that I amused you." she scoffed. And she turned her body away from him, but soon halted by his hand.
"Lúthien,"
"what- oh.. thank you." I nearly forgot.. she rubbed her finger lightly, felt the warmth of his fingers once, for receiving the piles of treatment leaves, spoke very silently; almost closed to speaking to herself, but Thranduil caught that.
"I will be your companion, if you allow me to."
"Certainly not. The place where I going to be, is very harsh place for just men and patient, Thranduil."
"Add, I'm no just mere men and patient, just reminding you."
Why do you kick your own chance to use Elvenking as assistant? she lose. She erased the slight stinging feelings for him right once before. This wasn't a Great warrior, that admired her youth dreams. 'Tis just whining old ellon.
ooOo
You said yourself, that you won't regret? Lúthien's helpless voice still rung in his head. Thranduil smiled silently. He looked down, watching the elleth in his arms now, and whose ears were almost reached to the dense colours of cardinal, and whispering anxiously to her healthy, strong and beautiful black-mare to ride more faster.
"Sírdal, noro lim, noro lím." please. she whispered in haste, caressing her dark-mane, with long face. And Thranduil was already closed to the death by swallowing the laughters.
"Is that her name? River-foot?" he asked, wondering why she named the creature with that name.
Lúthien nodded, but not giving an answer for him, for she was too nervous to see his face, concentrating herself into the sounds of winds, and birds', for trying to ignore the warmth of his, from her back. And she'd regretted what she have done. Yes, of course she did expect how it will become.. but, not like this!
I'll never see that books once again; if I do, then I must be the ignorant fool ever. She exclaimed. She said to Thranduil obviously, that she doesn't know how to ride; it was a lie, yes it was. She reminded the romantic scenes of the book, once she had read before, a maiden riding together with brave warrior, in his arms; and this was how she dreamt about.
But, she regretted it at once, after when Thranduil heard that, and lifted her to sit on the Sírdal's back. And now the time seems to be for ever. She frowned, shutting her eyes down aggressively, wishing for this moment would come pass soon.
She was a foolish.
ooOoo
Bree was the land of cheerful, and the pronoun of the independence of free-men's region. It was the most friendliest and lively place where the lots of folks were mingled and lived for. Bree-folks were not usually friendly to the strangers, till they found out that was the traveller, who seeks for the quest on their own journey, and after that, they became a dearest host, for one whom seeks the resting place, for nestle their heavy minds and bodies to rest. And for that, they were easily exposed to the danger. Like now.
Lúthien can't stay and stand still for after seeing what the dark lord had done to them. The grey smokes were blurring in the every villages, and the structures of houses, buildings and inns were all ruined disastrously. The fences of Southern gateway were all smashed, by the beasts' steps. And the body of men's were lying around with messiness, one by one, holding the large, long iron shovels (seems that they could use those things as the resistance for a while).
And what they could hear about all around was the weeping sounds of women's and children's crying. Lúthien did not know where to start. And it was the young-boy, who gave her a chance.
Lúthien suddenly draw her eyes back to where the harsh voice, that could recognize barely, that belongs to the child's. The child was brown haired, and tall as the average in his ages, and untainted bold spirit was held in his brave blue eyes, yet still he wasn't fair.
He was gasping harshly, as his look was same as his voice.
"You two guys are Elves, right? Please come and help us, please." he sniffed. And before they could utter any words, the boy grabbed her hand, and tried to lead them; Thranduil lifted boy, and seated on Sírdal's back.
"Yes, you're right, child. We're Elves. I'm Lúthien, and this is"
Thranduil. He only spit out one word; his name, but Lúthien surprised with icy masculine voice. She looked daggers at him, and learned why he was called as Heartless King.
"Andrea, son of Andrei." the boy introduced himself and continued, "You're a healer?"
"I am, Andrea. And also I'm known as Amdirvel, to your father, my lad." Lúthien whispered to him softly. And soon boy's eyes had widened with tears, as he realized who she was. He wrapped her neck with sudden delights.
"wait, Lady Amdirvel! It is you!!" he cried, and soaked within relief. And he refused to let her go: Thranduil frowned at that, once for a while, but shut away by Lúthien's warning gaze.
Lúthien relieved also, and seated on Sírdal's back too, holding Andrea in her arms dearly. "What happened, Andrea. Can you tell me?"
"First, it was the after when Strider, and master Underhill and his three other companions had left: five of black riders, with a black, creepy-horses with a red-eyes. Mr Frine, who was the keeper of southern gate, at that night, had gone." his big eyes were sprung with tears again, yes, and so was Lúthien's. Only Thranduil and Sírdal was kept going further.
"And next was after the four months had passed; yesterday, the orcs and uruks army had struck here, with that dragons. And what most mysterious thing was that orcs weren't from the same place, where I known." and he cried, look! there it is! pointing at the horrible creature's dead-body.
Thranduil strode to it, and muttered: it was the mark of Isengard, the traitor's. The white, big letter S, and the hand-print was painted on it's helmets. He smirked dangerously. He knew that the white wasn't the colour that could be trusted.
And Lúthien held Andrea's body more tightly. She also knew what the mark was. And she will never lose her dearest ones again.
"Andrea, don't look. Turn your eyes to me, now it's all alright. I will protect you, 'til my power ends. And now here's Thranduil, too. So don't worry: and where's Andrei, your father, and Alexandra, your sister and rest of your family?" where are they. as her words has done, as the Sírdal's steps halted, boy pointed the place where the people were filled immensely.
"There."
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