Chapter 7
Legolas and Frodo were in the room, examining the little piece of silver, which had now become more radiant with color.
"So this is the object you wanted to show me?"
"Yes." He hung the pendant from the chain and held it about a few feet away from Frodo's face. "This is the pendant that has come from Armena's tribe."
"But that tribe has been lost for centuries."
"I know. I was there when it happened. Everyone died but that one girl in the other room."
"Maybe it was meant for her to stay alive. What of her friend…um, what was his name?"
"Sorator."
"Sorator? THE Sorator?" he said, forgetting all his thoughts from before.
"You know of him?"
"Just about everyone in the village does. Though his name has not been used in so long, no one remembers what he has done. All I remember was that he was involved in the explosion that happened to the girl's tribe, before Bilbo was born. And that was over 120 years ago."
"What about this pendant? Do you have any information about it?"
Frodo took out a book from his bookshelf in the right side of his room. It resembled the book Armena had, but it was encoded with hobbit language. "It says that the pendant is passed down to the youngest daughter of the royal family. It's power needs to be harnessed by their 3000th birthday, or the whole world will be turned over to Mordor, but according to this, the girl is about 2900 years of age, give or take a few hundred years. That's really young for that of her peoples."
"Why do the colors resonate?"
"She must be a special breed. Her magic must be enhanced by some unnatural force…"
"That must be the-" Legolas was interrupted by the door that had opened behind him.
It was Armena. She walked in the room like she had wakened up from a nightmare. Her wound had healed nicely, but her body was still in pain. Sorator was behind her. "What…are…the orcs?" She fell out on the floor, but this time, no one came to catch her in time. Legolas picked her up before Sorator could move from the doorway. He took her up and laid her down on the small bed made for a hobbit.
Legolas looked at Sorator and told him to come in to take care of her, but Sorator declined. He remained at the doorway. Armena's face beaded up with sweat. "Legalos, tell me…."
"Orcs were once elves that have been corrupted by the force of the ring of power-" he started.
"But orcs should not be in existence!" interrupted Frodo. "The ring of power was destroyed at Mt Doom!"
"Apparently, this has nothing to do with the ring of power,' interrupted Sorator. He walked over and took a seat on the other side of Armena. "You told me, Legolas, that the elves were the ones who destroyed the village, didn't you?"
"Yes as I recall."
"Well, those elves must have been corrupted by the ring of power at that time. Either that, or they could have been corrupted by the rings given to them before the forging of the ring of power."
"Legolas, Sorator has a point. I wasn't around when the Bilbo found the ring, and I wasn't around when the tribe was destroyed."
"But that's impossible," said Legolas. "the three rings were only made for good, and had nothing to do with Sauron."
Armena kept her eye on Legolas. "Do…you have…my pendant?" she struggled to say. Legolas took out the pendant out and placed it in her hand. Sorator gave a look to Legolas that no one seemed to notice.
Suddenly, Armena grabbed both Sorator's and Legolas's hand and gave a scream. She squeezed both their hands so hard that they almost broke.
"Frodo! Is this supposed to happen when she takes the medicine?" exclaimed Sorator.
"This is not normal!" said Fordo, "Usually they only suffer a minor deal of pain, but her body must not be immune to the medicine. It's literally killing her slowly!"
"Is there anything to counter it?" said Legolas.
"I'm sure that there is something in Rivendell, but if she doesn't get it in time, she will die!"
Armena lay there, screaming in pain, until her energy faded, and she blacked out. She had a new dream, including everyone in the room. She woke up, in front of a towering willow tree, She went inside, and saw a line of elves, including Galadriel, Elrond, and Arwen, all of which came from the royal family of the elves. Legolas, Frodo, and Sorator, stood behind her. Suddenly, all of the elves, including Legolas, bowed down to her. Her clothes changed and she suddenly turned up in a pink bubble. She floated to the top of the tree, which seemed to be as tall as 100 feet. The elves turned into orcs, rose up, and aimed some unidentified weapons at her. Sorator and Legolas tried to work together to stop them, but they were stopped by a barrage of darts. Frodo didn't do anything, but stand there with a watchful eye. Then, the darts were aimed at her. As soon as they hit her…
She screamed. She lay there, unconscious, with Legolas and Sorator in pain. Frodo looked at everyone, bedazzled.
"Frodo…"she said, but she blanked out. She began to turn cold and pale.
"Legolas…! Why were we affected?" exclaimed Sorator.
"It's probably because she held on to us. Her dreams are inflicting more pain on her than she can handle." Legolas closed his eyes tightly in concentration. Arwen, if you can hear me, we need your help. We need you to take us to Rivendell or we will all be dead. Please take all in this room to Rivindell…please…please…
Armena woke up in a white bed, with the walls decorated with the greatest design anyone could imagine. Am I dead? Am I in heaven? Where is everyone else? Her clothes were replaced with a nightgown made of white silk. She got out of bed and stepped onto the balcony. She looked at the view of the beautiful white city with magnificent waterfalls that displayed rainbows as bright as the day. The sun greeted her as if it had not seen her in a long time.
"So you're finally awake," said Frodo behind her. "You were asleep for nearly a week. The elves have provided a serum for you to recover. You should be just fine now."
"Thank you Frodo."
"Listen, I'm sorry about the medicine. If I had known that this would happen I would not have-"
"Frodo, it's okay. What of Legolas? And Sorator? Are they okay?" she turned to Frodo.
"Sorator was injured pretty badly, but he recovered in a matter of days. On the other hand, Legolas recovered quickly. They have waited by your side as you slept, hoping you would wake."
Just then, Arwen, the elvin princess entered the room. "Hello Frodo. I am happy to see you again."
"And I, you, my princess."
Armena looked at both of them like the first time she had seen Legolas. "May I speak to Armena in peace, please?" said the elvin princess.
"As you wish, Arwen." Frodo left the room to look for Legolas and Sorator.
Arwen approached her with a peaceful smile. "So, Armena, princess of the Ancients. We finally meet."
Legolas and Frodo were in the room, examining the little piece of silver, which had now become more radiant with color.
"So this is the object you wanted to show me?"
"Yes." He hung the pendant from the chain and held it about a few feet away from Frodo's face. "This is the pendant that has come from Armena's tribe."
"But that tribe has been lost for centuries."
"I know. I was there when it happened. Everyone died but that one girl in the other room."
"Maybe it was meant for her to stay alive. What of her friend…um, what was his name?"
"Sorator."
"Sorator? THE Sorator?" he said, forgetting all his thoughts from before.
"You know of him?"
"Just about everyone in the village does. Though his name has not been used in so long, no one remembers what he has done. All I remember was that he was involved in the explosion that happened to the girl's tribe, before Bilbo was born. And that was over 120 years ago."
"What about this pendant? Do you have any information about it?"
Frodo took out a book from his bookshelf in the right side of his room. It resembled the book Armena had, but it was encoded with hobbit language. "It says that the pendant is passed down to the youngest daughter of the royal family. It's power needs to be harnessed by their 3000th birthday, or the whole world will be turned over to Mordor, but according to this, the girl is about 2900 years of age, give or take a few hundred years. That's really young for that of her peoples."
"Why do the colors resonate?"
"She must be a special breed. Her magic must be enhanced by some unnatural force…"
"That must be the-" Legolas was interrupted by the door that had opened behind him.
It was Armena. She walked in the room like she had wakened up from a nightmare. Her wound had healed nicely, but her body was still in pain. Sorator was behind her. "What…are…the orcs?" She fell out on the floor, but this time, no one came to catch her in time. Legolas picked her up before Sorator could move from the doorway. He took her up and laid her down on the small bed made for a hobbit.
Legolas looked at Sorator and told him to come in to take care of her, but Sorator declined. He remained at the doorway. Armena's face beaded up with sweat. "Legalos, tell me…."
"Orcs were once elves that have been corrupted by the force of the ring of power-" he started.
"But orcs should not be in existence!" interrupted Frodo. "The ring of power was destroyed at Mt Doom!"
"Apparently, this has nothing to do with the ring of power,' interrupted Sorator. He walked over and took a seat on the other side of Armena. "You told me, Legolas, that the elves were the ones who destroyed the village, didn't you?"
"Yes as I recall."
"Well, those elves must have been corrupted by the ring of power at that time. Either that, or they could have been corrupted by the rings given to them before the forging of the ring of power."
"Legolas, Sorator has a point. I wasn't around when the Bilbo found the ring, and I wasn't around when the tribe was destroyed."
"But that's impossible," said Legolas. "the three rings were only made for good, and had nothing to do with Sauron."
Armena kept her eye on Legolas. "Do…you have…my pendant?" she struggled to say. Legolas took out the pendant out and placed it in her hand. Sorator gave a look to Legolas that no one seemed to notice.
Suddenly, Armena grabbed both Sorator's and Legolas's hand and gave a scream. She squeezed both their hands so hard that they almost broke.
"Frodo! Is this supposed to happen when she takes the medicine?" exclaimed Sorator.
"This is not normal!" said Fordo, "Usually they only suffer a minor deal of pain, but her body must not be immune to the medicine. It's literally killing her slowly!"
"Is there anything to counter it?" said Legolas.
"I'm sure that there is something in Rivendell, but if she doesn't get it in time, she will die!"
Armena lay there, screaming in pain, until her energy faded, and she blacked out. She had a new dream, including everyone in the room. She woke up, in front of a towering willow tree, She went inside, and saw a line of elves, including Galadriel, Elrond, and Arwen, all of which came from the royal family of the elves. Legolas, Frodo, and Sorator, stood behind her. Suddenly, all of the elves, including Legolas, bowed down to her. Her clothes changed and she suddenly turned up in a pink bubble. She floated to the top of the tree, which seemed to be as tall as 100 feet. The elves turned into orcs, rose up, and aimed some unidentified weapons at her. Sorator and Legolas tried to work together to stop them, but they were stopped by a barrage of darts. Frodo didn't do anything, but stand there with a watchful eye. Then, the darts were aimed at her. As soon as they hit her…
She screamed. She lay there, unconscious, with Legolas and Sorator in pain. Frodo looked at everyone, bedazzled.
"Frodo…"she said, but she blanked out. She began to turn cold and pale.
"Legolas…! Why were we affected?" exclaimed Sorator.
"It's probably because she held on to us. Her dreams are inflicting more pain on her than she can handle." Legolas closed his eyes tightly in concentration. Arwen, if you can hear me, we need your help. We need you to take us to Rivendell or we will all be dead. Please take all in this room to Rivindell…please…please…
Armena woke up in a white bed, with the walls decorated with the greatest design anyone could imagine. Am I dead? Am I in heaven? Where is everyone else? Her clothes were replaced with a nightgown made of white silk. She got out of bed and stepped onto the balcony. She looked at the view of the beautiful white city with magnificent waterfalls that displayed rainbows as bright as the day. The sun greeted her as if it had not seen her in a long time.
"So you're finally awake," said Frodo behind her. "You were asleep for nearly a week. The elves have provided a serum for you to recover. You should be just fine now."
"Thank you Frodo."
"Listen, I'm sorry about the medicine. If I had known that this would happen I would not have-"
"Frodo, it's okay. What of Legolas? And Sorator? Are they okay?" she turned to Frodo.
"Sorator was injured pretty badly, but he recovered in a matter of days. On the other hand, Legolas recovered quickly. They have waited by your side as you slept, hoping you would wake."
Just then, Arwen, the elvin princess entered the room. "Hello Frodo. I am happy to see you again."
"And I, you, my princess."
Armena looked at both of them like the first time she had seen Legolas. "May I speak to Armena in peace, please?" said the elvin princess.
"As you wish, Arwen." Frodo left the room to look for Legolas and Sorator.
Arwen approached her with a peaceful smile. "So, Armena, princess of the Ancients. We finally meet."