Chapter 16
Legolas lay there, his mind half conscious. He dreamed of Armena, and how he would have lost her if he hadn't found her in the middle of the wood. He felt happier, knowing that he had found the girl's home and that she was safe. He also resented the fact that her love was to be the corrupted Sorator. Nonetheless, he was at peace until…he heard a scream.
He woke up and looked around. He walked around the tree, until he saw the girl on her knees with her face in her hands. Legolas rushed to her to comfort her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Armena was frantic. She tried to speak, but her words became scrambled with her sobs. "I saw it…m-mother…wings…the tree…the explosion…I cant—"
"Armena! It's going to be okay." Legolas was struggling to calm the frantic girl down, until she stopped. "Tell me what happened."
"I saw…her…my…mother…She said…Sorator was…a threat." She stopped and looked up at the tree. "I saw the…explosion." She began to calm down. "I saw you, but I didn't see Sorator."
"Everything is okay now. That happened centuries ago. It's over-"
"NO!" She broke away from Legolas, stood up, and stared up at the towering tree. "Something is going to happen. I can feel it!" She backed away until she came upon the hanging vines. Then she ran outside, only to see a set of nicely rounded houses. The city had appeared before them, as if nothing ever happened to them. There were lights in the windows, and it was dark out. She ran ahead, and saw a grand house, somewhat like the houses in Rivendell.
All Legolas could do was look on at the confused girl. He turned around and stared at the tree. He started to touch it, but when he did…
Nothing. He felt nothing but the bark off the tree. He saw nothing but its brown texture. He could not see why she was so depressed. But just then, he heard a voice call his name behind him. He turned around, but saw nothing. "Legolas," said the voice. I know that voice. It's her.
"You are correct, Legolas," she said. "Armena just had a vision of the future. And it does have something to do with your new found friend, Sorator."
Legolas was still looking around. "What about Sorator?"
"He is involved with the next tragedy at hand, unless you can set things straight. Armena needs your help now more than ever."
"What can I do to help her?" but the voice didn't reply.
Legolas walked towards Sorator, whose wounds have healed over night. "Sorator, wake up. We have to go."
"Where?" Sorator had wakened up, but he was still half sleep. "What happened?"
"Armena went back."
"Back where? There isn't any place out here for miles."
"Home."
Armena walked into the giant house, which looked like a royal palace. There were engravings on the walls that Armena could not understand. When she came to the head of the hall, thee was a parchment that had these words:
The one who bears the pendant
And the one who holds the diamonds
Shall be forever ruler
If they can harness the power
For who ever fails to harness the power
Will bring great destruction to this world
Armena could not understand this, because she had never read anything like thig. She looked on towards the bottom of the parchment, which said:
If one chooses to wear the diamond
They will be put
Under great torment
Where they will be forces
To life a life
Of hell.
She went over the parchment over and over, until her head started to hurt. "I can't figure out what this stuff means. I'm sure it's elvish, but I've only seen a few words. I wouldn't know if this were to help me or hurt me if my life depended on it. Just then, she heard someone enter.
"That's Quenyan elvish. It's very hard to understand." Footsteps approached her, but she was just concentrating on the parchment. Then she saw Legolas approach her. "Let me see this." He read the parchment, then gave a short gasp.
"What is it?"
"Huh…O Nothing." He took her hand and said, "You really need to get some rest.
That night, it was easier for Armena to sleep, but just barely. It was filled with assorted dreams that seem to deal with her current situation. She had another dream, but with only Legolas. They were at a grave that had Sorator's name on it. They both paid their respects, but then, Armena left off. Legolas took out something from his pocket. He called out for Armena and she stopped. Legolas took out a gold ring that had the engravings 'please be mine forever.
Then she found herself in the middle of a huge storm. She found no way to go, and there was no one there. The wind knocked her over, but Legolas wasn't there to help her. A hand reached out for her, and as soon as she grabbed it, she realized that Sorator was the one that came to her rescue.
The last dream she had was with all three of them. Legolas rescued her from the explosion, but there was no sign of Sorator. Moments later, she regained consciousness. She saw that Legolas was tending to the hurt Sorator, who was caught in the explosion. She rushed to his help, and as soon as she touched him, there was a blinding flash of light.
"Armena, wake up!" she heard. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Sorator and Legolas beside her on the bed. She began to feel a pain in her chest.
"What?" she said weakly. "What's wrong?"
"Are you okay?" asked Sorator.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" she asked.
"You have been asleep for three days straight!" exclaimed Legolas.
"That must explain the three dreams I had. They were very awkward."
"What did you see in those dreams?" asked Sorator.
"It's very faint, but I do remember seeing both you and Legolas… and the explosion!"
Legolas lay there, his mind half conscious. He dreamed of Armena, and how he would have lost her if he hadn't found her in the middle of the wood. He felt happier, knowing that he had found the girl's home and that she was safe. He also resented the fact that her love was to be the corrupted Sorator. Nonetheless, he was at peace until…he heard a scream.
He woke up and looked around. He walked around the tree, until he saw the girl on her knees with her face in her hands. Legolas rushed to her to comfort her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Armena was frantic. She tried to speak, but her words became scrambled with her sobs. "I saw it…m-mother…wings…the tree…the explosion…I cant—"
"Armena! It's going to be okay." Legolas was struggling to calm the frantic girl down, until she stopped. "Tell me what happened."
"I saw…her…my…mother…She said…Sorator was…a threat." She stopped and looked up at the tree. "I saw the…explosion." She began to calm down. "I saw you, but I didn't see Sorator."
"Everything is okay now. That happened centuries ago. It's over-"
"NO!" She broke away from Legolas, stood up, and stared up at the towering tree. "Something is going to happen. I can feel it!" She backed away until she came upon the hanging vines. Then she ran outside, only to see a set of nicely rounded houses. The city had appeared before them, as if nothing ever happened to them. There were lights in the windows, and it was dark out. She ran ahead, and saw a grand house, somewhat like the houses in Rivendell.
All Legolas could do was look on at the confused girl. He turned around and stared at the tree. He started to touch it, but when he did…
Nothing. He felt nothing but the bark off the tree. He saw nothing but its brown texture. He could not see why she was so depressed. But just then, he heard a voice call his name behind him. He turned around, but saw nothing. "Legolas," said the voice. I know that voice. It's her.
"You are correct, Legolas," she said. "Armena just had a vision of the future. And it does have something to do with your new found friend, Sorator."
Legolas was still looking around. "What about Sorator?"
"He is involved with the next tragedy at hand, unless you can set things straight. Armena needs your help now more than ever."
"What can I do to help her?" but the voice didn't reply.
Legolas walked towards Sorator, whose wounds have healed over night. "Sorator, wake up. We have to go."
"Where?" Sorator had wakened up, but he was still half sleep. "What happened?"
"Armena went back."
"Back where? There isn't any place out here for miles."
"Home."
Armena walked into the giant house, which looked like a royal palace. There were engravings on the walls that Armena could not understand. When she came to the head of the hall, thee was a parchment that had these words:
The one who bears the pendant
And the one who holds the diamonds
Shall be forever ruler
If they can harness the power
For who ever fails to harness the power
Will bring great destruction to this world
Armena could not understand this, because she had never read anything like thig. She looked on towards the bottom of the parchment, which said:
If one chooses to wear the diamond
They will be put
Under great torment
Where they will be forces
To life a life
Of hell.
She went over the parchment over and over, until her head started to hurt. "I can't figure out what this stuff means. I'm sure it's elvish, but I've only seen a few words. I wouldn't know if this were to help me or hurt me if my life depended on it. Just then, she heard someone enter.
"That's Quenyan elvish. It's very hard to understand." Footsteps approached her, but she was just concentrating on the parchment. Then she saw Legolas approach her. "Let me see this." He read the parchment, then gave a short gasp.
"What is it?"
"Huh…O Nothing." He took her hand and said, "You really need to get some rest.
That night, it was easier for Armena to sleep, but just barely. It was filled with assorted dreams that seem to deal with her current situation. She had another dream, but with only Legolas. They were at a grave that had Sorator's name on it. They both paid their respects, but then, Armena left off. Legolas took out something from his pocket. He called out for Armena and she stopped. Legolas took out a gold ring that had the engravings 'please be mine forever.
Then she found herself in the middle of a huge storm. She found no way to go, and there was no one there. The wind knocked her over, but Legolas wasn't there to help her. A hand reached out for her, and as soon as she grabbed it, she realized that Sorator was the one that came to her rescue.
The last dream she had was with all three of them. Legolas rescued her from the explosion, but there was no sign of Sorator. Moments later, she regained consciousness. She saw that Legolas was tending to the hurt Sorator, who was caught in the explosion. She rushed to his help, and as soon as she touched him, there was a blinding flash of light.
"Armena, wake up!" she heard. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Sorator and Legolas beside her on the bed. She began to feel a pain in her chest.
"What?" she said weakly. "What's wrong?"
"Are you okay?" asked Sorator.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" she asked.
"You have been asleep for three days straight!" exclaimed Legolas.
"That must explain the three dreams I had. They were very awkward."
"What did you see in those dreams?" asked Sorator.
"It's very faint, but I do remember seeing both you and Legolas… and the explosion!"