Disclaimer: ummmm...yeah...see the fisrt chapter...or maybe it's the second one...
Chapter 4
Legolas was leaning, half in sleep, against the wall opposite the healer's chamber door. To him it seemed like forever since Fëaeledh had been brought here and he was shooed out the door. His father had come and gone, concerned for their guest, but needing to attend to his responsibilities. Finally, the door opened and the healer came out, rousing Legolas from his stupor.
"I was able to draw the poison from the wound." The healer's voice was weary. "But still she sleeps. I do not know if she will wake."
Wearily, the healer went to report to the king. Legolas entered the room. It was dimly lit, most of the candles snuffed out, leaving the room with the distinct scent of smoke. On the bed lay Fëaeledh, her eyes still closed. She was very still and pale, and at the sight Legolas feared her dead. The only sign of her continued existence was the slight rise and fall of her chest.
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A few days later...
It was early in the morning when Legolas's letter reached Rivendell. It was delivered to Lord Elrond, because Legolas knew that it would reach the right person through the wise elf Lord.
As Lord Elrond read it and as it became clear who it was truly for, he became troubled, and he called Pennanto to him.
"A letter arrived this morning," he told her solemnly. "It was addressed to me, but as I read it, it became apparent that it was for you."
Pennanto had a confused look on her face as Lord Elrond reached behind him and picked up the letter from his desk.
Pennanto began to read the letter and before she was completely finished, she cried out in dismay.
"This is ill news!" she said. "I must go to her!"
Before she could be verbally or physically stopped, she turned and almost ran out the door, perparing to head for Mirkwood The letter fluttered to the floor, only a piece of paper, forgotten, as Elrond hurried after her.
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Meanwhile...in Mirkwood...
Fëaeledh awoke with a massive headache. She blinked twice and groaned. Suddenly, a face floated above her, or, she was pretty sure it was a face, She squinted, trying to make the image clearer.
"Hey," a gentle voice said, presumably from the face above her. "You're awake."
"Shouldn't I be?" she asked, puzzled.
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?" Fëaeledh growled, her head ached and she had no idea what this person was talking about.
"Oh, dear," the face disappeared and she could hear his voice talking to someone else in the room.
Then there were two faces above her. The new one propped her up and made her drink something. Immediately, her vision sharpened and she could see clearly. On her right stood Legolas and to her left, the healer.
"Legolas?" she asked, confused.
He nodded, "Yes, it's me."
"Where am I?"
"In the healer's chambers."
"I can see that, but WHERE?"
"Mirkwood. Don't you remember?"
Fëaeledh shook her head.
'This isn't good,' Legolas thought. 'Please let her friend come quickly.
---
Pennanto was in her chambers, packing a bag, when Elrond's sons, Elladan and Elrohir, burst in.
"You can't go," Elrohir stated.
"I have to!" Pennanto replied quickly, and much sharper than she had intended. "I-I would never forgive myself if something happened and I wasn't there to help." She looked up at the twins, her deep blue eyes burning with a quiet fury. "If one of you was injured, would the other go to help him at all costs? That's what I'm doing."
"But Fëaeledh wouldn't feel right living at the cost of you dying. Neither would one of the twins," came a voice from the doorway.
Lord Elrond stood there, silhouetted in the bright afternoon sunlight. At his words, Pennanto broke down, collapsing on her knees. Her eyes brimmed with tears, as if the ocean-blue depths were over-full with water.
"You're right, Lord Elrond. I'm being selfish, I-I just can't stand the thought of losing my best friend."
At this point she completely lost it and began to weep.
---
In the dead of night, a figure slipped silently along the darkened halls of the House of Elrond. Quietly, the opened the stable doors. The horses all slept quietly, save one, who stood quietly, almost as if waiting for someone.
"Thank you, Nimplim," the elf whispered. "Are you ready?"
The white horse tossed her head, as if in agreement. Pennanto smiled. She let the horse out of her stall and led her from the stables. She mounted the horse and rode through the gates, stopping briefly, once outside, to look back at Rivendell. She seemed sad, yet still proud. As she rode away, a lone figure sadly watched from one of the many windows. It was Lord Elrond, wishing that he could have convinced Pennanto to stay, but, in his heart, know he could not have.
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Thank you all you wonderful reviewers!!!!
Elfie5: HeHe I love it when people can't wait for more **snif** it makes me feel so loved!!!! (cries tears of joy)
Nimplim means "white light". I thought that was a cool name for a horse...maybe it can become symbolic!! Who knows?
PS: would anyone care to be my editor? It'll come with as few spelling errors as possible...I just need someone to proofread it to make sure it sounds ok.
Chapter 4
Legolas was leaning, half in sleep, against the wall opposite the healer's chamber door. To him it seemed like forever since Fëaeledh had been brought here and he was shooed out the door. His father had come and gone, concerned for their guest, but needing to attend to his responsibilities. Finally, the door opened and the healer came out, rousing Legolas from his stupor.
"I was able to draw the poison from the wound." The healer's voice was weary. "But still she sleeps. I do not know if she will wake."
Wearily, the healer went to report to the king. Legolas entered the room. It was dimly lit, most of the candles snuffed out, leaving the room with the distinct scent of smoke. On the bed lay Fëaeledh, her eyes still closed. She was very still and pale, and at the sight Legolas feared her dead. The only sign of her continued existence was the slight rise and fall of her chest.
---
A few days later...
It was early in the morning when Legolas's letter reached Rivendell. It was delivered to Lord Elrond, because Legolas knew that it would reach the right person through the wise elf Lord.
As Lord Elrond read it and as it became clear who it was truly for, he became troubled, and he called Pennanto to him.
"A letter arrived this morning," he told her solemnly. "It was addressed to me, but as I read it, it became apparent that it was for you."
Pennanto had a confused look on her face as Lord Elrond reached behind him and picked up the letter from his desk.
Pennanto began to read the letter and before she was completely finished, she cried out in dismay.
"This is ill news!" she said. "I must go to her!"
Before she could be verbally or physically stopped, she turned and almost ran out the door, perparing to head for Mirkwood The letter fluttered to the floor, only a piece of paper, forgotten, as Elrond hurried after her.
---
Meanwhile...in Mirkwood...
Fëaeledh awoke with a massive headache. She blinked twice and groaned. Suddenly, a face floated above her, or, she was pretty sure it was a face, She squinted, trying to make the image clearer.
"Hey," a gentle voice said, presumably from the face above her. "You're awake."
"Shouldn't I be?" she asked, puzzled.
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?" Fëaeledh growled, her head ached and she had no idea what this person was talking about.
"Oh, dear," the face disappeared and she could hear his voice talking to someone else in the room.
Then there were two faces above her. The new one propped her up and made her drink something. Immediately, her vision sharpened and she could see clearly. On her right stood Legolas and to her left, the healer.
"Legolas?" she asked, confused.
He nodded, "Yes, it's me."
"Where am I?"
"In the healer's chambers."
"I can see that, but WHERE?"
"Mirkwood. Don't you remember?"
Fëaeledh shook her head.
'This isn't good,' Legolas thought. 'Please let her friend come quickly.
---
Pennanto was in her chambers, packing a bag, when Elrond's sons, Elladan and Elrohir, burst in.
"You can't go," Elrohir stated.
"I have to!" Pennanto replied quickly, and much sharper than she had intended. "I-I would never forgive myself if something happened and I wasn't there to help." She looked up at the twins, her deep blue eyes burning with a quiet fury. "If one of you was injured, would the other go to help him at all costs? That's what I'm doing."
"But Fëaeledh wouldn't feel right living at the cost of you dying. Neither would one of the twins," came a voice from the doorway.
Lord Elrond stood there, silhouetted in the bright afternoon sunlight. At his words, Pennanto broke down, collapsing on her knees. Her eyes brimmed with tears, as if the ocean-blue depths were over-full with water.
"You're right, Lord Elrond. I'm being selfish, I-I just can't stand the thought of losing my best friend."
At this point she completely lost it and began to weep.
---
In the dead of night, a figure slipped silently along the darkened halls of the House of Elrond. Quietly, the opened the stable doors. The horses all slept quietly, save one, who stood quietly, almost as if waiting for someone.
"Thank you, Nimplim," the elf whispered. "Are you ready?"
The white horse tossed her head, as if in agreement. Pennanto smiled. She let the horse out of her stall and led her from the stables. She mounted the horse and rode through the gates, stopping briefly, once outside, to look back at Rivendell. She seemed sad, yet still proud. As she rode away, a lone figure sadly watched from one of the many windows. It was Lord Elrond, wishing that he could have convinced Pennanto to stay, but, in his heart, know he could not have.
---
Thank you all you wonderful reviewers!!!!
Elfie5: HeHe I love it when people can't wait for more **snif** it makes me feel so loved!!!! (cries tears of joy)
Nimplim means "white light". I thought that was a cool name for a horse...maybe it can become symbolic!! Who knows?
PS: would anyone care to be my editor? It'll come with as few spelling errors as possible...I just need someone to proofread it to make sure it sounds ok.