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3 Chapter 3: Under the Eves of Mirkwood
Elawen awoke to the sound of trickling water. She pulled her eyelids back slowly, revealing her grey blue eyes as they examined the room in which she was laying in. An elf maiden was sitting beside her clad in brown. Her eyes were the colour of a hazelnut that gleamed and sparkled in the morning light, and her hair waved down in rich, brown locks. She was ringing out a damp cloth, which she placed on Elawen's wound.
"Were am I?" Elawen whispered softly, trying to turn her aching joints so that she could face the elf sitting next to her. "You are in Mirkwood along the old forest road," the maiden replied, "You have been through a lot the past couple of days. I would try and get some rest if I were you." Elawen turned her head towards the light and smiled: she was finally in Mirkwood. The light was coming in through a small window, and small specks of dust could be seen, shimmering in the morning light. The rich green leaves of Mirkwood were glistening in the early breeze, as the sun shined through them. A healing aroma filled the air, as the elf maiden crushed up some Athelas leaves, and placed them in the bowl of water.
"Were is Galindor? Is he alright?" Elawen asked quickly as she dwelled back on what had happened. "Yes, Galindor is fine. At the moment he is talking with Legolas about the search for Gollum." Elawen then remembered the elf's name and smiled with contentment. "What is your name lady? I would much like to know the name of my healer." The elf looked at Elawen with curious eyes, "My name is Arian, But what is yours? They say that you are Eluthas, one of the head guards of Rivendel, but how can that be, you are a woman?" Elawen turned away sighing. What could she do, she would have to tell her something, but if she told her the truth Galindor might find out, and this would be the end of her journey to Mirkwood and she might never be able to see Legolas with her own eyes.
Elawen turned to face Arian, who was now rinsing the cloth in the sweet smelling water, filled with crushed Athelas leaves. "If I tell you why, will you promise not to tell a soul?" Arian nodded in agreement, placing her hand in Elawen's, "Of course I won't. I always look out for the wellbeing of my patients. If you do not want me to tell anyone I won't. I promise." Elawen laid back against her pillows, and sighed with relief that Arian was so understanding. For I while afterwards, Elawen explained about how she had adopted the name Eluthas to cover up her status as the Lord Elrond's daughter, that she had always dreamed of travelling around Middle Earth and her passion for the bow and quiver.
It was good while afterwards before Elawen had finished explaining her tale, but she felt a lot better for it. Arian insisted that Elawen should get some rest, so Elawen laid back and rested her tied eyes and soon she fell into a deep sleep.
A couple of hours later, she woke up to find that her wound had stopped throbbing and all that remained was a large white scar. Elawen looked outside and could see that it was midday. The trees surrounding the hut were glistening in the wind and their leaves were greener than ever. Arian appeared in the doorway to the room, holding some clothes of green and silver. Elawen sat up and held her hand on her wound. "I was wondering, Arian, how did I get the scare on my chest? I thought the spirit just passed through me." Arian rested the clothes on the end of Elawen's bed and sat down at her side. "Your right, the spirit did pass through you. But, alas, that scare still came, and I do not know how. I guessed it must have been the shear force of its power." Elawen shuddered as she remembered the horrible events, only a few nights ago. Trying to move those thoughts away she got out of bed, "I feel a lot better now, after having some rest. I had better go and find Galindor." Arian stood up next to her, handing Elawen her green leggings and a new embrioded vest that the local elves of Mirkwood had made, when they heard of the terrible news.
"Are you sure that you are well enough. You seem to have recovered quickly," Arian asked, worried about her patient. "I am fine. Don't worry about me, you have taken great care of me ever since I have reached Mirkwood and I probably would not be hear now if it wasn't for you." Arian smiled at Elawen's complement and handed her, her grey, elven cloak. Elawen clipped on her cloak with her silver broach, and quickly slid her hair into the back of her hood. "Namarie, Elawen," Arian spoke softly. "Namarie, and thank you again." The words of Elawen sounded sweetly in the afternoon air as she walked out into the light that shone down on the evergreen glade.
Elawen gazed about her with amazement. It was like stepping into a dream. The grass below her was soft on her feet and the small snowbells that were scattered about the glade, waved and shone in the light of the sun. The call of the swallow filled the air as she walked closer to the tall, sturdy tree in front of her. The tree was positioned in the middle of the glade and the snowbells seamed to thrive around its roots. Elawen gazed upwards and examined the shear size of it. It's bark shone like pure silver, and it's leaves hung down from its over hanging branches, which glistened in the air around her. At this she heard the gentle footsteps of two elves, as they slowly walked towards her.
"Eluthas." A voice called out. Elawen recognised straight away who it was, and turned around in answer. "It is wonderful to see that you have recovered so quickly, Arian must have taken good care of you." Elawen smiled, "Yes she did." It was then that she noticed that next to Galindor was a tall elf, clad in green and brown. His golden blonde hair was flowing in the gentle breeze, and his bright blue eyes shone like diamonds in the sunlight. It was Legolas. What Galindor had said to her was true, and she focused her attention on him.
"Eluthas, this is Legolas son of Thranduil, prince of the elves of Mirkwood," Galindor introduced Elawen to legolas, "And Legolas, this is Rivendell's finest archer, Eluthas." Legolas smiled in return. "Suilad Eluthas," Legolas greeted Elawen to Mirkwood, "I would like to thank you and your captain for helping us in our desperate search for Gollum." Elawen was completely engrossed with the sound of his voice; "It's my pleasure to help my Kindred." Legolas turned to both of them; "Tomorrow we will start our search for Gollum. This evening you are invited to dine with me and my father's archers, who are joining the search." Elawen was finding it hard it to hold back her joy of finally being able to see the elven prince in person.
Legolas explained that he had some important work to do before the meal, and he was sorry that he could not stay to talk with them for long. Elawen's eyes followed Legolas as he turned and walked off into the trees before them. "Come, let me show you to your talan." Galindor said as he turned in the opposite direction, "It is not far from here." Elawen turned to follow him, as he walked across the glade. She had only walked a couple of steps, when she heard a familiar voice, a voice that she had not heard in a long time.
Elawen stopped in centre of the glade, listening out for the voice that she had jut heard, until she was distracted. "Are you coming or not Eluthas?" Elawen stood confused, she really wanted to know whose voice it was. "Nay, I would rather like to look around for a while. I'll find my own way back." A look of concern was spread all over Galindor's face, "Are you sure that you are alright fining your own way back?" Elawen nodded, "Yes, I'll be fine."
As soon as Galindor was out of sight, she turned in the direction, which she thought she had heard the voice. It seemed to have been coming from were Legolas had walked off to. As she walked further into the trees, the voice became clear again. Elawen rushed along a small path dodging the trees that got in the way. Ahead she could see someone standing by a horse. Elawen examined the horse, for surly that was a horse from Rivendell. As she stepped quietly, closer and closer, the figure in which the rider was talking to was Legolas. But who was the rider. Elawen was now creeping, for she was extremely close, and they would very easily hear her coming. Once again Legolas captivated Elawen, and she stood there staring into his fair face, forgetting why she had followed.
Elawen must have been watching for a long time, for the sun was beginning to set. Its orange glow highlighted the Edges of clouds in the distance, and stars were starting to shine through the sapphire sky.
Elawen still gazing as if in a dream caught a glimpse of the rider. It was definitely an elf, for the rider was tall, and surly the elf was from Rivendell, as the horse was a breed of Rivendell. But that glimpse showed a lot to Elawen, for she knew that face well. It was Arwen, Elawen's sister.
Elawen was in complete shock, what was Arwen doing here. According to her father she was still in Lothlorien, and would not return for a couple of days. Elawen looked in envy at her sister, as she was talking to Legolas. Her face was burning, Arwen was already seeing some human called Aragorn, what did she want with Legolas. She was always saying that she didn't find her own kind attractive. The rider was now mounting her horse, and Elawen could clearly hear the word, namarie being called as Arwen rode off deeper into the woods.
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3 Chapter 3: Under the Eves of Mirkwood
Elawen awoke to the sound of trickling water. She pulled her eyelids back slowly, revealing her grey blue eyes as they examined the room in which she was laying in. An elf maiden was sitting beside her clad in brown. Her eyes were the colour of a hazelnut that gleamed and sparkled in the morning light, and her hair waved down in rich, brown locks. She was ringing out a damp cloth, which she placed on Elawen's wound.
"Were am I?" Elawen whispered softly, trying to turn her aching joints so that she could face the elf sitting next to her. "You are in Mirkwood along the old forest road," the maiden replied, "You have been through a lot the past couple of days. I would try and get some rest if I were you." Elawen turned her head towards the light and smiled: she was finally in Mirkwood. The light was coming in through a small window, and small specks of dust could be seen, shimmering in the morning light. The rich green leaves of Mirkwood were glistening in the early breeze, as the sun shined through them. A healing aroma filled the air, as the elf maiden crushed up some Athelas leaves, and placed them in the bowl of water.
"Were is Galindor? Is he alright?" Elawen asked quickly as she dwelled back on what had happened. "Yes, Galindor is fine. At the moment he is talking with Legolas about the search for Gollum." Elawen then remembered the elf's name and smiled with contentment. "What is your name lady? I would much like to know the name of my healer." The elf looked at Elawen with curious eyes, "My name is Arian, But what is yours? They say that you are Eluthas, one of the head guards of Rivendel, but how can that be, you are a woman?" Elawen turned away sighing. What could she do, she would have to tell her something, but if she told her the truth Galindor might find out, and this would be the end of her journey to Mirkwood and she might never be able to see Legolas with her own eyes.
Elawen turned to face Arian, who was now rinsing the cloth in the sweet smelling water, filled with crushed Athelas leaves. "If I tell you why, will you promise not to tell a soul?" Arian nodded in agreement, placing her hand in Elawen's, "Of course I won't. I always look out for the wellbeing of my patients. If you do not want me to tell anyone I won't. I promise." Elawen laid back against her pillows, and sighed with relief that Arian was so understanding. For I while afterwards, Elawen explained about how she had adopted the name Eluthas to cover up her status as the Lord Elrond's daughter, that she had always dreamed of travelling around Middle Earth and her passion for the bow and quiver.
It was good while afterwards before Elawen had finished explaining her tale, but she felt a lot better for it. Arian insisted that Elawen should get some rest, so Elawen laid back and rested her tied eyes and soon she fell into a deep sleep.
A couple of hours later, she woke up to find that her wound had stopped throbbing and all that remained was a large white scar. Elawen looked outside and could see that it was midday. The trees surrounding the hut were glistening in the wind and their leaves were greener than ever. Arian appeared in the doorway to the room, holding some clothes of green and silver. Elawen sat up and held her hand on her wound. "I was wondering, Arian, how did I get the scare on my chest? I thought the spirit just passed through me." Arian rested the clothes on the end of Elawen's bed and sat down at her side. "Your right, the spirit did pass through you. But, alas, that scare still came, and I do not know how. I guessed it must have been the shear force of its power." Elawen shuddered as she remembered the horrible events, only a few nights ago. Trying to move those thoughts away she got out of bed, "I feel a lot better now, after having some rest. I had better go and find Galindor." Arian stood up next to her, handing Elawen her green leggings and a new embrioded vest that the local elves of Mirkwood had made, when they heard of the terrible news.
"Are you sure that you are well enough. You seem to have recovered quickly," Arian asked, worried about her patient. "I am fine. Don't worry about me, you have taken great care of me ever since I have reached Mirkwood and I probably would not be hear now if it wasn't for you." Arian smiled at Elawen's complement and handed her, her grey, elven cloak. Elawen clipped on her cloak with her silver broach, and quickly slid her hair into the back of her hood. "Namarie, Elawen," Arian spoke softly. "Namarie, and thank you again." The words of Elawen sounded sweetly in the afternoon air as she walked out into the light that shone down on the evergreen glade.
Elawen gazed about her with amazement. It was like stepping into a dream. The grass below her was soft on her feet and the small snowbells that were scattered about the glade, waved and shone in the light of the sun. The call of the swallow filled the air as she walked closer to the tall, sturdy tree in front of her. The tree was positioned in the middle of the glade and the snowbells seamed to thrive around its roots. Elawen gazed upwards and examined the shear size of it. It's bark shone like pure silver, and it's leaves hung down from its over hanging branches, which glistened in the air around her. At this she heard the gentle footsteps of two elves, as they slowly walked towards her.
"Eluthas." A voice called out. Elawen recognised straight away who it was, and turned around in answer. "It is wonderful to see that you have recovered so quickly, Arian must have taken good care of you." Elawen smiled, "Yes she did." It was then that she noticed that next to Galindor was a tall elf, clad in green and brown. His golden blonde hair was flowing in the gentle breeze, and his bright blue eyes shone like diamonds in the sunlight. It was Legolas. What Galindor had said to her was true, and she focused her attention on him.
"Eluthas, this is Legolas son of Thranduil, prince of the elves of Mirkwood," Galindor introduced Elawen to legolas, "And Legolas, this is Rivendell's finest archer, Eluthas." Legolas smiled in return. "Suilad Eluthas," Legolas greeted Elawen to Mirkwood, "I would like to thank you and your captain for helping us in our desperate search for Gollum." Elawen was completely engrossed with the sound of his voice; "It's my pleasure to help my Kindred." Legolas turned to both of them; "Tomorrow we will start our search for Gollum. This evening you are invited to dine with me and my father's archers, who are joining the search." Elawen was finding it hard it to hold back her joy of finally being able to see the elven prince in person.
Legolas explained that he had some important work to do before the meal, and he was sorry that he could not stay to talk with them for long. Elawen's eyes followed Legolas as he turned and walked off into the trees before them. "Come, let me show you to your talan." Galindor said as he turned in the opposite direction, "It is not far from here." Elawen turned to follow him, as he walked across the glade. She had only walked a couple of steps, when she heard a familiar voice, a voice that she had not heard in a long time.
Elawen stopped in centre of the glade, listening out for the voice that she had jut heard, until she was distracted. "Are you coming or not Eluthas?" Elawen stood confused, she really wanted to know whose voice it was. "Nay, I would rather like to look around for a while. I'll find my own way back." A look of concern was spread all over Galindor's face, "Are you sure that you are alright fining your own way back?" Elawen nodded, "Yes, I'll be fine."
As soon as Galindor was out of sight, she turned in the direction, which she thought she had heard the voice. It seemed to have been coming from were Legolas had walked off to. As she walked further into the trees, the voice became clear again. Elawen rushed along a small path dodging the trees that got in the way. Ahead she could see someone standing by a horse. Elawen examined the horse, for surly that was a horse from Rivendell. As she stepped quietly, closer and closer, the figure in which the rider was talking to was Legolas. But who was the rider. Elawen was now creeping, for she was extremely close, and they would very easily hear her coming. Once again Legolas captivated Elawen, and she stood there staring into his fair face, forgetting why she had followed.
Elawen must have been watching for a long time, for the sun was beginning to set. Its orange glow highlighted the Edges of clouds in the distance, and stars were starting to shine through the sapphire sky.
Elawen still gazing as if in a dream caught a glimpse of the rider. It was definitely an elf, for the rider was tall, and surly the elf was from Rivendell, as the horse was a breed of Rivendell. But that glimpse showed a lot to Elawen, for she knew that face well. It was Arwen, Elawen's sister.
Elawen was in complete shock, what was Arwen doing here. According to her father she was still in Lothlorien, and would not return for a couple of days. Elawen looked in envy at her sister, as she was talking to Legolas. Her face was burning, Arwen was already seeing some human called Aragorn, what did she want with Legolas. She was always saying that she didn't find her own kind attractive. The rider was now mounting her horse, and Elawen could clearly hear the word, namarie being called as Arwen rode off deeper into the woods.