Chapter 8
Armena walked slowly over to her. "Are you the princess of the elves?" she asked, half frightened, half confused.
"There is no need to be frightened. Legolas was the one who got you here."
"How?"
"He asked me. His mind is very well connected to the royalty of this family. Elrond, my father, received the message from me to retrieve you here."
"How long have I been here?"
"A week. You were in a deep sleep, near death even, when we got you here." She stopped and changed the subject. "Tell me of your last dream."
Armena went over to the bed and sat down. She stared over at the beautiful scenery, then she began to speak. "I think I was home. I saw you and the other elves, Legolas, Frodo, & Sorator. All of you bowed to me and I floated in the air. Then, all of you but the three I was with… turned into orcs, badly hurt the others, and tried to kill me. Then, I ended up here."
Arwen walked close to Armena and sat down beside her. "This Sorator you speak of, how long have you known him?" she asked her.
"Ever since I can remember, considering that that's all I remember."
"And all you remember was an explosion?"
"How did you know that?" she said in astonishment.
Arwen looked and smiled at the door, only to see Legolas waiting for her. He was in silver clothes. "I had a tip from a friend."
"Legolas!" She ran toward him, embraced him, and started to cry. "I'm so glad you're safe." Legolas put his arms around her slowly, but surely, he was happy that she was awake.
"When did you wake?"
"Just a few minutes ago."
"Do you feel any better?"
"Yes, I feel better, thanks to you." She let him go and looked around Legolas. "Where is Sorator?" she asked.
"He is outside, by the fountain. He really wanted to see you, just not with me around."
Armena ran, past Arwen, to the balcony. She looked down and saw Sorator with his face in his hands. "I have to go see him."
Moments later, armena was beside Sorator. He looked like he had lost his best friend. His right hand was wrapped with a cloth made cast, like Legolas. He stood up and turned to her. Then he ran over to embrace her in his arms. He began to cry.
"How could you leave me like that?"
"I never left you, Sorator. I've been with you every step of the way."
He took her to sit down on the bench from which he came. "You need to tell me about this dream. I'm sure that it is why all this has happened."
"I saw home, but I was attacked. Then Legolas and you tried to save me, but you were defeated."
"Can you explain why we were hurt in this?"
"It was probably the medicine. I was in so much pain I didn't know what to do. Then, the both of you were, sort of, connected to me, and you took the fall." Armena stopped, grabbed him, then kissed him.
"What was that for?" he asked, in confusion.
"You were the first one to come to my rescue." They both smiled and continued talking. "Why didn't you come to my room?"
This reason was because of Legolas. He was jealous that they had made a special bond greater than theirs, so he lied. "I was scared. Frodo told me you had finally woke, but it was too hard to believe."
Armena looked into his eyes. "You're lying to me, aren't you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You never came because of Legolas. That is the reason, isn't it? Tell me this. Why are you so apprehensive when it comes to him?"
"He has won over your heart, has he not?"
"Of course not, Sorator. No one has. I'm not ready for this, not until I fulfill my task. Sure, Legolas has done many things, and I'm sure you both are in love, but I cannot do this, at least not now." Armena walked to the direction of her room. Sorator remained there, with a heavy heart.
Legolas and Arwen were in discussion of Sorator.
"What was Sorator, and how is he so great?"
"It is time you should know." Arwen got up and walked toward the balcony and atared at the beautiful scenery, then turned back to Legolas, who was already sitting on the bed, each hand holding th other and his elbows on his knees. "Sorator was the great prince of Armena's peoples from another family, and he was betrothed to her. He has no recollection of you, because both you and Armena met in secret. The day disaster struck, Armena had told Sorator that she had fallen in love with another."
"This must be why he is so upset at me," said Legolas.
"The night that you and Armena kissed brought a memory, though it is still suppressed because his subconscious still chooses not to remember. That was why he was captured by the goblins the first day that the two of you met."
"But, from what I heard, Ancients have the ability to tap into dreams, be it necessary. Sorator has no had many-"
"He has had none. He is only half Ancient."
"What is his other half?"
"Human. His father fell in love with a mortal human; therefore, he was born as a natural human has been born. He was the only one in his tribe, and he could not conceive the lives of another without the love of another… Armena, you can come out now." Legolas turned around to see Armena standing at the door. "I just came to get my clothes changed…" she said.
"Very well," said the princess, "Legolas, I suggest that you leave the room. A lady needs her privacy." Legolas nodded and left out of the room, putting his arm on Armena's shoulder before he left out of sight.
"Your clothes have been mended." Arwen open the closet door that Armena hadn't noticed until she actually looked. There, she pulled out a newly mended dress, that looked better than before. "I supposed you heard the whole conversation."
"I did. Is all of that true?"
"Yes it is. Though you don't realize it, you and Sorator were very close to each other. You just found a bond in Legolas that was greater than that of you and Sorator's."
"I feel so ashamed. Do I have to choose between both of them?"
"Your heart will decide for you." Arwen came towards her and sat on the bed with her. "Don't trouble yourself with mindless thoughts of love, not just yet. I know it's troubling. I had to choose between my immortality and the man I loved, Aragorn. Things will get better for you, I promise."
"Will I be able to complete this journey? Are we close to the end?"
"You are not close, but you are not far. The answer will come to you."
Armena walked slowly over to her. "Are you the princess of the elves?" she asked, half frightened, half confused.
"There is no need to be frightened. Legolas was the one who got you here."
"How?"
"He asked me. His mind is very well connected to the royalty of this family. Elrond, my father, received the message from me to retrieve you here."
"How long have I been here?"
"A week. You were in a deep sleep, near death even, when we got you here." She stopped and changed the subject. "Tell me of your last dream."
Armena went over to the bed and sat down. She stared over at the beautiful scenery, then she began to speak. "I think I was home. I saw you and the other elves, Legolas, Frodo, & Sorator. All of you bowed to me and I floated in the air. Then, all of you but the three I was with… turned into orcs, badly hurt the others, and tried to kill me. Then, I ended up here."
Arwen walked close to Armena and sat down beside her. "This Sorator you speak of, how long have you known him?" she asked her.
"Ever since I can remember, considering that that's all I remember."
"And all you remember was an explosion?"
"How did you know that?" she said in astonishment.
Arwen looked and smiled at the door, only to see Legolas waiting for her. He was in silver clothes. "I had a tip from a friend."
"Legolas!" She ran toward him, embraced him, and started to cry. "I'm so glad you're safe." Legolas put his arms around her slowly, but surely, he was happy that she was awake.
"When did you wake?"
"Just a few minutes ago."
"Do you feel any better?"
"Yes, I feel better, thanks to you." She let him go and looked around Legolas. "Where is Sorator?" she asked.
"He is outside, by the fountain. He really wanted to see you, just not with me around."
Armena ran, past Arwen, to the balcony. She looked down and saw Sorator with his face in his hands. "I have to go see him."
Moments later, armena was beside Sorator. He looked like he had lost his best friend. His right hand was wrapped with a cloth made cast, like Legolas. He stood up and turned to her. Then he ran over to embrace her in his arms. He began to cry.
"How could you leave me like that?"
"I never left you, Sorator. I've been with you every step of the way."
He took her to sit down on the bench from which he came. "You need to tell me about this dream. I'm sure that it is why all this has happened."
"I saw home, but I was attacked. Then Legolas and you tried to save me, but you were defeated."
"Can you explain why we were hurt in this?"
"It was probably the medicine. I was in so much pain I didn't know what to do. Then, the both of you were, sort of, connected to me, and you took the fall." Armena stopped, grabbed him, then kissed him.
"What was that for?" he asked, in confusion.
"You were the first one to come to my rescue." They both smiled and continued talking. "Why didn't you come to my room?"
This reason was because of Legolas. He was jealous that they had made a special bond greater than theirs, so he lied. "I was scared. Frodo told me you had finally woke, but it was too hard to believe."
Armena looked into his eyes. "You're lying to me, aren't you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You never came because of Legolas. That is the reason, isn't it? Tell me this. Why are you so apprehensive when it comes to him?"
"He has won over your heart, has he not?"
"Of course not, Sorator. No one has. I'm not ready for this, not until I fulfill my task. Sure, Legolas has done many things, and I'm sure you both are in love, but I cannot do this, at least not now." Armena walked to the direction of her room. Sorator remained there, with a heavy heart.
Legolas and Arwen were in discussion of Sorator.
"What was Sorator, and how is he so great?"
"It is time you should know." Arwen got up and walked toward the balcony and atared at the beautiful scenery, then turned back to Legolas, who was already sitting on the bed, each hand holding th other and his elbows on his knees. "Sorator was the great prince of Armena's peoples from another family, and he was betrothed to her. He has no recollection of you, because both you and Armena met in secret. The day disaster struck, Armena had told Sorator that she had fallen in love with another."
"This must be why he is so upset at me," said Legolas.
"The night that you and Armena kissed brought a memory, though it is still suppressed because his subconscious still chooses not to remember. That was why he was captured by the goblins the first day that the two of you met."
"But, from what I heard, Ancients have the ability to tap into dreams, be it necessary. Sorator has no had many-"
"He has had none. He is only half Ancient."
"What is his other half?"
"Human. His father fell in love with a mortal human; therefore, he was born as a natural human has been born. He was the only one in his tribe, and he could not conceive the lives of another without the love of another… Armena, you can come out now." Legolas turned around to see Armena standing at the door. "I just came to get my clothes changed…" she said.
"Very well," said the princess, "Legolas, I suggest that you leave the room. A lady needs her privacy." Legolas nodded and left out of the room, putting his arm on Armena's shoulder before he left out of sight.
"Your clothes have been mended." Arwen open the closet door that Armena hadn't noticed until she actually looked. There, she pulled out a newly mended dress, that looked better than before. "I supposed you heard the whole conversation."
"I did. Is all of that true?"
"Yes it is. Though you don't realize it, you and Sorator were very close to each other. You just found a bond in Legolas that was greater than that of you and Sorator's."
"I feel so ashamed. Do I have to choose between both of them?"
"Your heart will decide for you." Arwen came towards her and sat on the bed with her. "Don't trouble yourself with mindless thoughts of love, not just yet. I know it's troubling. I had to choose between my immortality and the man I loved, Aragorn. Things will get better for you, I promise."
"Will I be able to complete this journey? Are we close to the end?"
"You are not close, but you are not far. The answer will come to you."