of Silver Dreams and Golden Shadows
NINE:- Reunitings of the Heart
(Author: Jennzah)
Everyone had gathered there, indeed, the room was quite full when Aragorn reached it. Frodo and Sam were bunched in the corner next to her bed, Gandalf opposite the bed, and Gimli stood next to him, straining to see over all the tall people. Aragorn saw Arwen, standing next to the doorway, just inside, and smiled at her.
Legolas had fled to this room almost immediately, not caring that he left a tired and worn Reighn behind. He sat now, beside Jairah's body on the bed, clasping her hand in his, speaking to her in their Sylvan tongue. He hoped that she could hear him now.
Elrond came striding into the room to inspect Jairah. Everyone moved aside except for Legolas, as he came round the opposite side of the bed to where she lay. Her body was bruised, and broken, blood staining her mouth where she'd been struck by the Dark Lord. Her wrists were bruised from the horrible iron chains.
Elrond sat next to her, and touched her forehead. He smiled as he did so. "She is here," he said joyously. "You have brought her back."
Legolas closed his eyes, and said a silent prayer. It had worked. He opened them again, and stroked Jairah's bruised cheek.
"When will she awaken?" he asked. "And what of these wounds?"
"Her spirit sustained much torture and damage at the hands of the Dark Lord" Elrond said, his hand still on her forehead. "I can see it. These wounds are a result. But they will fade. She will be well again, within a few days. She will awaken, any minute, but then require immediate rest after we have performed the healing ritual."
As if on cue, Jairah's body began to convulse. Everyone stopped and watched as she furrowed her brow, and opened her mouth, gasping for air, coughing hard. She sat up and blood came out of her mouth, just a little. She opened her eyes, shielding them from the light.
She seemed unable to see, for she said nothing. "Legolas!" she called, frantically.
He had her in his arms in an instant, comforting her. "Shh. It is alright. You are here, with me," he said to her in their tongue.
She held fast to him, tears starting to flow down her cheeks. "I was so frightened! I didn't know what happened, something went wrong, terribly wrong! And then Sauron, he was trying to invade my mind, take my powers…and I would not give in! He said he would kill me…." She hiccuped, and held him tighter. He kissed the top of her head.
"But he is gone now. We stopped him, just in time. Had we been any later he would have…" Legolas stopped, his voice stuck in his throat. He did not want to say such things to her. All that mattered is that she was there now, in his arms.
"Lady Jairah.." Elrond's voice came in the Sylvan tongue. "We must get you to the hall of healing. Your spirit has sustained many wounds and brought them back to your body."
'Master Elrond?" Jairah raised her head from Legolas' chest. "Why can I not see you? What has happened to my vision?"
"I believe it is temporarily lost, because you were touched by the Dark Lord. and it will return when we have finished in the hall of healing. Please, let us attend to you."
Jairah looked around the room with her unseeing eyes, then nodded. She allowed Legolas to pick her up, and he carried her to the hall swiftly, where he was made to give her over to the elves there. He was not allowed to go in with her. He did not want to let her out if his sight, for the last time he did, she did not return for many months. He closed his eyes as they took him from her.
Sam and Frodo skidded to a stop behind him, just as the doors closed.
"I knew it would be alright," Frodo said. "She risked her life for me, once. I knew she would not be taken by the Dark Lord. No soul who does such noble things could be."
Legolas just stood still, in front of the doors. He would wait untill those doors opened again, untill he could take her back upstairs, away from everyone.
Nearly two hours passed before the doors did open again. Sam and Frodo sat with him, making small pleasantries, but his mind was not on the talk. His mind was with her. They heard elvish chanting from inside and the occasional moans of Jairah when the magic hit her full force. He knew that she would be fine, that they were taking wonderful care of her, but every time she cried out he wanted to run into that room and snatch her away.
Then, the doors opened and they bade Legolas to enter. He walked slowly into the room, as it was a place of mystical energy, and deserved respect.
Her bruises and cuts were gone, and they had washed her hair and bathed her, and she was clothed in a beautiful blue dress, stones around the neckline. An elf maiden was brushing her long blonde hair as Legolas approached. Jairah was half asleep, from the healing magicks, and she looked at him sleepily as he knelt down in front of her and kissed her cheek. She smiled, but did not move. She was as weak as a newly born puppy, the elves told him. She will need rest.
He thanked them and swept her up in his arms. Her head fell back as he did so, she'd slipped into sleep. He kissed her cheek again as he walked past Frodo and Sam, who watched as he took her upstairs and closed the door to their room behind him.
He laid her on the bed and drew the curtains to the room, in case her eyes were still sensitive to the light, then crawled into the bed next to her, gathered her to him, and let his mind rest. She was safe now, and he could rest.
For two days, all of Rivendell was quiet as Jairah, Legolas, Boromir, and Reighn slept. The mortals slept in a separate part of the hall of healing. They were checked on accordingly.
On the night of the second day, Jairah awoke and heard the song of the lark coming in the window. The room was dark, however, except for a few candles that had been lit around the corners of the room. In the dusky light she tried to sit up, but found that her lover was grasping her too tightly. She smiled and kissed his temple, as he slept next to her.
"vanima cundu, harya me hon, u harya me mel.." she whispered into his ear. (Beautiful prince, who holds my heart, you have my love..)
She pushed some small wisps of hair off of his forehead, and stroked his hair for a short time before he awoke, his mind becoming aware of her touching him. He smiled and took her hand from his face and kissed it.
"Jairah.." he said. "You came back to me."
"Of course," she said. "You came and rescued me. I saw it in your mind, you were dreaming of it." She touched his forehead gently. "You and the sorceress came and rescued me."
Legolas did not speak, just looked at her, smiling at him, their heads laid on the silk pillows that the bed held. Then he leaned forward gently and kissed her forehead, her eyelids and her cheeks feverishly.
"I was afraid you'd been taken, my love." He said, his voice wavering. "I would have died, had that happened. I could not bear this world without you."
She put a finger to his lips as he drew back away from her face. "Don't speak of it. It is finished." She wound her small arms about his neck. "This is where I belong, here, with you. I wont leave again, not by my own will." She leaned forward and kissed him gently, for several long seconds. Then she drew up and leaned her head against the stone headboard of the bed.
She was quiet, for a moment, as he also drew up beside her, and started running his hand through her long hair. She stared at the candles in the corner, the light reflecting off her eyes.
"Of what do you think of?" he asked her quietly.
She looked at him again and smiled. "You," she said. "I think of you. You possess my blood. That is how you came after me in the Dark Land. You must have the power."
Legolas nodded. "I did nothing, only followed the orders of Reighn. She needed our power to get to you."
Jairah's eyes shined at him. "Our power…" she repeated. "yes, I suppose it is ours. Not mine, not yours. Ours. Because I possess your blood, from that day long ago when you saved my life."
"We have been bound from that moment in Lothlorien, when you cut open our hands and combined our blood." Legolas said.
Jairah nodded. "Then there is no need for a ceremony, except for formalities. We cannot disappoint Elrond." She rose from the bed, pushing herself gently out of Legolas' embrace, and went to the window. She opened the heavy drapes, and the stars jumped out at her. She smiled when she saw them.
"Look," she said. "The light of Earendil. She shines upon us." She pointed to the star, shining the brightest in the sky.
Legolas came and took her in his arms, and they looked up into the sky together, in silence, appreciating the light the star gave off.
Jairah looked down into Rivendell, and sighed. "I shall be sad when we leave this place," she said, turning to look at Legolas again. "I do love it here. But it is time, quite soon, to leave. After the ceremony, a few days after."
"Where will we go? Though I must be honest, I do wish to take you far away from here, from everyone, just for a little while. We have lost so much time. I wish to hide you from the world, except for my own eyes. Is this selfish?" Legolas looked down at her.
Jairah's eyes twinkled. "Our friends will think so." She said, smiling. "But I do not have any qualms with it. I should like to go back, home to Mirkwood, and get lost in the forest for a short time. Then, perhaps, we will go where our hearts take us. Perhaps we'll make a home somewhere in the wood, near to your father, or perhaps not. It does not matter." She said. "Wherever we go, as long as I am with you, I am home."
She reached her arms up and embraced him again, and he kissed her cheek again. They held eachother for a long moment before they broke away, and she kissed him gently again and then went to brush her hair.
"What of the sorceress?" she asked. "Has she left Rivendell? I had hoped I could thank her for my rescue."
Legolas looked at her, his eyes a bit dark at the mention of the Sorceress. "I believe she slumbers, still, in the hall of healing, with Boromir."
"Ahh," Jairah said. "Boromir. How has he fared in all of this?"
"As far as I know, he has not yet awoken." Legolas said. "She seems to have feelings for him. But as to the future of them, or his recovery, I have no information."
Jairah nodded. "I must thank her, regardless of what wrongs were committed. Mistakes were made, but things were made to be alright."
Legolas looked at her. "I am not sure if the Dark Lord has been destroyed. I only saw a bright flash of light and heard him scream. Only Reign will know this."
Jairah stopped brushing her hair, and started braiding it away from her face. "We will let her alone then, untill she is ready to remerge. Leave her with her beloved. " She smiled at Legolas again. "Come now. Let us take a walk? I feel the need to be in the forest."
They linked hands and walked out of the room, bound for the trees of Rivendell.
*****
(Author: Alasia)
The days that passed were lost to Reighn as she slept,
regaining all of the lost strength that she had used. When she awoke she
changed into a most comfortable, yet elegant, deep green elven dress and
planted herself next to Boromir, refusing to leave her side. This was how
Jairah found her six days after the rescue. The female elf entered the
hall of healing and walked over to the pair. She didn't understand how
Reighn could love Boromir so much when they had never met physically, but
then, she determined that it didn't really matter. SHe walked up behind
the sorceress and placed a hand on her shoulder. Reighn jumped and looked
up, sighing in reilief when she recognized Jairah.
"How is he?"
"He is fully healed physically, I do not know when he will awaken."
The woman's voice was surprisingly soft to Jairah's ears. The elf squeezed
her shoulder, "He will be fine.... And I wanted to thank you for coming
after me."
"I only did what anyone would have done for me."
"Have you located Athair yet," Jairah asked curiously.
"No," she replied, "He is hiding from me. He will come when he is ready
to."
Jairah nodded and left the room as quietly as she
had come. Reighn stared after her for a moment before turning back to Boromir.
She gripped his hand tighter and laid her head down next to his, falling
into a light slumber.
She awoke the the feeling of somone stroking her
hair softly and she smiled to herself for a moment, reveling in the feeling.
She looked up to see Boromir watching her with a tiny smile on his face.
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, immediately getting lost
in the warmth and love within them. He reached up and stroked her cheek
softly and she leaned into the caress, her eyes fluttering closed. A smile
graced her lips and she turned her head, pressing a kiss into the palm
of his hand.
When her eyes opened again he was sitting up, and
she flung herself into his arms, holding on for all she was worth. He held
her tightly, wondering if this was just a dream. But somehow he subconsiously
knew that it wasn't. THat he really had woken up to find her hand in his
and her head resting on the mattress next to his. He stroked her loose
red hair and kissed her forehead. She smiled up at him and lened up, kissing
him. Boromir pulled her closer and returned the kiss, pouring all of his
emotions into it, just as she was. Her arms twined around his neck as the
kiss seared into her soul. She felt so complete. So full.... So loved....
