of Silver Dreams and Golden Shadows
SIX:- Within Dreams
Reighn had spent two days in exhaustion, but she
continued to train Jairah. She had somehow come to the conclusion that
she would never have any time for herself. She still hadn't figured out
a way to rescue Boromir from Mordor, and the worry was eating her alive.
She had been in contact with Athair for a little over half the day, him
giving her updates on Jairah's progress. She sat in the gazebo, rain pouring
down, exhausted, she was unable to move from the sudden overload of her
senses when she came back from the Web. She was hit with blurred vision,
freezing and her legs had turned to jelly from sitting for so long. So,
she had collapsed to her knees, and sunk into a cross-legged position.
She sat there for two hours, regaining her energy and marveling at how
the rain fell sofly on the tree overhead, and caused a grey mist to overtake
Rivendell, making it look so magical and romantic. That was when she felt
it.
The mental pull hit her with such force that she
sat bolt upright and stared at nothing, wide-eyed. Then she heard her name
being called and she knew that it was Boromir. She went into a trance almost
immediately and followed the line that now connected him to her.
*****
Boromir had regained his sense of touch, and now
he truly felt the physical pain that had once been a dull sensation. His
thoughts began to roil again as Sauron entered his mind again, and he screamed
a single word: Reighn.
he was kneeling by the time she got there. Tears
were streaming down his face as he tried to fight against Sauron. She quickly
walked to his side, place her hand on his shoulder and gave him her light,
her strength. He felt the burst of warmth and strength and lashed out at
the unwanted presence. Sauron drew back, startled, shocked that one with
such a ruined mind could still fight back. Boromir fell forward onto his
hands, breathing hard from the exertions of trying to keep what was his.
He felt warm, comfprting arms surround him, and he was filled with light.
He turned to see Reighn kneeling there next to him and he wrapped his arms
around her waist, laid on his side and placed his head in her lap, not
wanting to let go of the light.
Reighn smiled at the man holding onto her and stroked
his hair, whispering to him that it was alright, that nothing could hurt
him. He was trmbling, and his emotional state had collapsed. She sighed
inwardly and began to push his mental state back into the right places
gently. It was like a big jigsaw puzzle, one that she knew the pieces to
by heart. She sent out mental images of calming things, of warm breezes
and green trees, of laughter, and love. She was giving him memories, ones
that she held dear, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had
given herself to him fully. She had surrendured her soul unconsciously
when she had found him, lensing him strength, and now, she gave him love.
Boromir had stopped trembling as things began to
move back into place and he recived happy images from the woman who had
so willingly helped him free himself from the prison that was his mind.
She had rescued him that day when she appeared, glowing from the indise
out and placing warmth and light on everything around. He'd thought about
her
often when he felt the darkness try to pull him back into it, and her light
had come up from somewhere to engulf him, and he was thankful for it, and
he loved her in return for her strength when he had none.
Reighn suddenly pulled out of his grasp and he turned
to stare up at her. She streched out next to him, and laid her head on
his bare shoulder, speaking softly, "I will find a way to free you from
this prison..."
He in reply wrapped an arm around her and whispered the only words
that came to him, "Thank you fro giving me your light."
He felt her smile as much as the light that came from her grew brighter
at her happiness. She felt glad that he knew how to call on the light of
good, whether it was through her or through himself. She knew that he was
fragile, both inside and out, and she knew suddenly what she had to do
to rescue him from Sauron's clutches. But now? Now was to be spent with
Boromir, here in this place, in thier dreams and minds, spirits melding
as they prjected their feelings to the other without knowing it. She would
stay here, and she would meld sheilds around his mind to blck Sauron out
before she grew enough strength magically to build a two way portal. And
she would stay here until she knew the sheilds she wrought around him even
now would hold. And she felt her strength returning as the Web responded
to their feelings, to the need that projected from both of them that they
did not know they had.
Boromir longed for love and light.
Reighn longed for arms to hold her, for the chance to settle down in one spot for the rest of her days.
And their longings reached for each other.
*****
When Reighn returned to her physical self she was
in a large comfortable bed, with many faces surrounding her. Jairah sat
on the bed, and Legolas stood behind his lover, a hand on her shoulder
to give her strength. Gandalf and Elrond were off somewhere mentally, Aragorn
was asleep, his head resting on Arwen's, who slept in her lover's arms.
Gimli had fallen asleep in a chair, and was snoring loudly. She allowed
her eyes to flutter open, smiling for the first time in many years - Really
smiling. She sat up and to the startlment of everyone, Jairah let out a
shriek of surprise that snapped everyone back to the room. Reighn was clothed
completely in white, which turned black as she usually wore. On her arm
she wore a burgundy armband of cloth.... The color the Celts used to signify
either blood-fued or that their soul was taken. In her case, both were
true.
She stood and walked put of the room, retrieving
Athair from its piosition on the wall, she strapped the sword around her
waist and donned her bow and quiver. She walked, the others following.
When she came to a halt at the doors leading to the hall of healing she
stopped. She turned to Jairah, "Will you help me?"
"Help you?"
"Aye," Reighn replied, "Will you lend my your magical energy to keep
the gateway I'm about to create up?"
"Of course," Jairah said, and then, as an afterthought, "But why here."
Reighn's eyes flashed, "I'm going to retrieve someone who will need
extensive medical care, and days of solid sleep."
Jairah only nodded and Reighn linked them together so that she could
use Jairah's gathered magical strength. She turned to the doorway and began
to chant in old-gaelic. A green celtic knot appeared below her and she
gathered the strands of magic and wove them into the gateway. It glowed
bright white for a moment and she did not wait, she ran through, sword
drwan.
******
The gate appeared in the open doorway that led to
the chamber that Boromir was being held in. She entered the room, killing
the two orcs on guard one after the other. She ran to the cell and magically
unlocked the door. She flung in open and knelt by his side, "Boromir?"
His soulful brown eyes opened at the sound of her voice and widened,
"R-reighn."
She smiled a little, "In the flesh. Come, we must leave here before
Sauron gets wind of my intrusion."
She helped him sit up, wincing at the open wounds that covered him,
She put his arm around her shoulder and stood, walking slowly toward the
gate. They reached it and stepped through it, just as Sauron reached the
room.
They fell through the portal and it snapped shut just as Sauron reached it. The group surrounding them stared openly and Jairah stuttered, "B-boromir...."
(Author: Jennzah)
Reighn pushed everyone back with her mind. Only Jairah remained in the circle with Reighn and Boromir, and Jairah's eyes were open wide at the sight of Boromir, laying on the floor.
Legolas was the first to move. He pulled his bow out and aimed it at Boromir. "She has brought back a ghost!" he cried. "That is not Boromir!"
Reighn quickly stepped in front of Boromir protectively. She moved her hand slightly, and the bow was pulled from Legolas' hands and thrown to the wall. "No!" she cried. "It is the very same Boromir you once knew. I will not explain it now. He needs to be attended to! He needs rest!" She was staring at Legolas angrily, her green eyes fixed on his blue ones, when Jairah's knees gave out from under her and she fell to the ground.
Her eyes had rolled up into her head, from extreme exhaustion. Lending her powers to Reighn, who had performed such a huge feat as to pull Boromir though the threads of magic had been the final straw, she was tired from training as well. All her Elven-strength had left her.
Legolas went forward immediately after she fell, and touched her forehead. Usually he could see inside her head, feel her feelings, and most of all when he touched her, but he felt nothing but a damp, sweaty forehead and this frightened him.
"Elrond!" he called urgently. She was breathing, so she was not dead, but he was afraid that she was not inside herself, that Reighn had taken her powers and along with it, lost Jairah along the way.
Elrond knelt at her side, and touched her forehead as well. Legolas studied his face as Elrond closed his eyes and tried to see inside of Jairah's head.
Elrond opened his eyes, and looked at Reighn, who was busy watching over Boromir, then back at Legolas, whos face looked more worried with every passing second.
"I see nothing," Elrond said sadly. "I do not see her inside. Something must have gone wrong. I know not of the magics that Reighn performed to bring Boromir here, but something must have gone wrong."
Legolas looked at him in fear. "What? What could have gone wrong?" He looked down at Jairah, who appeared only to be sleeping.
"I could not tell you, my friend," Elrond said sadly, again. He looked down sadly at Jairah. "Only that she is not there."
Legolas got to his feet in anger and went over to where Reighn sat, watching as elves attended to Boromir.
"Something is wrong!" he said angrily, grabbing Reighns shoulder. "Something went terribly wrong! You took her power, you used it to bring him here, but she is not!"
Reign looked up at him tiredly. "What?" she said.
*********
Jairah had fallen into the dark water. The dark water that she'd dreamt of, and woke up screaming from. She clawed forward, and up, trying to find the surface.
She let out a piercing scream as she broke free of the murky water, finally. All around her was darkness. She struggled to get out of the water and then was falling again.
She hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her. She quickly got to her feet, and looking up, she saw that she was in a circular room, all black marble. Torches were the only light in this room.
A noise behind her. a low, low hissing. "jairrraaahh.." it came. She turned slowly and saw Orc's coming forward towards her.
She let out a yelp and went for her bow, but her bow was not on her back. She did not carry her blade, nor her dagger. She was completely defenseless.
The Orc's came closer, and closer, and she readied herself to fight, but found that when they reached her, she was unable to hit them. They lifted her off her feet.
"Masssster's been expecting you, elf." an Orc said to her, spitting in her face.
Another orc hit him. "He said to keep her unssspoilt!"
They carried her off into the shadows, and into a larger black room, where chains hung from the celing. they put her in these chains and she hung, defenseless, from the ceiling.
The Orcs stepped back from her, seemingly satisfied. "She is a pretty thing, isn't she?" One said.
"Mm..." said another. "When Massster is done with her i'd like to taste her flesh."
Jairah struggled with the chains, and tried to remember what Reighn had taught her, but when she tried to center herself, she saw only darkeness. Athair was nowhere to be found.
She cried out, the only name that she thought might be able to hear her. "Legolas!" she cried, as much out of her mouth as in her head. They were able to communicate through thought before.
"He will not hear you here." she heard a evil voice in her head say. "no one will hear you here."
she felt energy shift around her form, winding its way around her hanging body, her torso, past her face.
"who are you?" she demanded in her head.
there was no answer.
