Chapter 18
Armena looked at Sorator, with his head hung low. Sorator went over and over the parchment, but he couldn't make heads or tails of it. He turned away, and began to cry. Armena started to get closer to him, but she stopped, knowing she was going to be in pain. Legolas looked up, and walked towards Sorator past Armena. He tried to comfort Sorator, but it seemed that nothing was helping.
Armena still looked around the room. She still had that constant feeling of doubt. She took yet another tour of the room, and picked back up the ring. She looked at it closely, and found it to be slightly different. The color seemed to be changing slightly, like the room did when the pendant began to dance. She stared at it, until she seemed to have a vision in front of her, as if it were a hologram. She saw an image of Sorator, and as it slowly faded away, she saw an image of Legolas. The image slowly came closer to her, until it was about to speak.
"Hello" it said. This startled Armena and she dropped the ring. When she picked it back up, she thought she saw some inscriptions on it, but she could not make them out.
Legolas was trying to get through to Sorator, but there was no luck. He tried for about a few minutes, with "is there something wrong," and "is there something your not telling me?" He got up and started to run away, but Sorator started.
"Why wouldn't you let me tell her?" he said.
Legolas hesitated and turned around. "She does not need to know."
"Why doesn't she need to know!?" exclaimed Sorator. "Why can't she know this?"
Legolas turned around and answered… "Because she is not ready."
"How exactly do you when she will be ready?" He stood up. "How exactly do you know when she is ready to hear what I have to say? It always seemed to be you that's doing all the talking, but when I try so supply an it, I'm left out in the dark. How can you explain that?"
Legolas's face was angered, but to Sorator, he seemed calmed and unmoved by Sorator's words. "Because I can read it in her face. I can see it in her eyes." He began to walk towards Sorator, and he remained unmoved. Legolas continued. "She puts up a front because she wants to show she is strong, and I know she is, but deep down inside of her, she doesn't want to know. I'm sure, in her heart, she would rather be with the mother that she has known for years." Sorator's stern face was removed from his face, and Legolas continued. "You may have known her for several years, but I knew her for several hundred years. Even though you lived close to her, I had a chance to live even closer to what happens to be the most beautiful girl I have seen, even fairer than an elf. If you think you feel bad, try living a life where the one you love has forgotten about you for hundreds of years."
Sorator looked more upset. He hung his head low, and answered, "I do have a right to feel bad. The woman I grew up with has fallen in love with an elf she has never seen in her life for as long as she could remember. You may have protected her for some time, but you stole her away from me- in the last life and in this one. Don't you tell me that I haven't felt pain, because I know I have. And you do too." He turned his head toward the room where Armena was, and he saw Armena looking through the doorway. Sorator walked towards the main doors to the building and exited. Armena looked at Sorator, then at Legolas.
She held he ring behind her back and walked towards Legolas. "What's that behind your back?" he asked. She held out her hand and there was nothing in it. There was an expression of shock, but only for a few seconds. She went to Legolas and put her hand on his chest.
"I saw you," she said.
"What do you mean?" asked Legolas.
"I saw you and Sorator, right in front of me. First, he was there, but then he vanished. Then you were there, and that's it."
"How?"
Armena hesitated. "I'm not entirely sure…"
She took Legolas to the main doors and took him outside. Sorator wasn't there, but neither of them seemed to notice. She took his hand and held it out. "Do you feel that?" she said.
"Yes," said Legolas. "I do…"
She let go of his hand. "Something is wrong here. The air…it's not right."
Legolas held his head to the sky. "The sky seems to be in an uproar also. Something is definitely going to happen."
"Would you happen to know what that might be?"
"To tell the truth, I really wish I knew. But whatever it may be, this place will be no more."
Armena took one last good look at the city while she thought she could still see it. She looked up at the sky, and saw it as clear as day. The people seemed to be very peaceful, and everything seemed to be tranquil, but she knew that something was wrong. She got closer to Legolas and he took her in his arms. Tears began to run down her face as she buried her face in his chest.
"Is there something the matter?" he asked.
She shook her head from side to side, and then turned her head towards the city again. When she started talking, instead of sounding terrified, her voice was serene. "I've only been here for so long, and it is already about to go. I don't want to leave all of this." She turned her face toward Legolas's face. "I don't want to leave you." She crept in closer. "I love you." She kissed him, and he kissed back. But a breeze blew, and Armena jerked herself away.
Her head started pounding with visions, mostly of past dreams. First she saw the arrow pierce her heart. Then she saw the kiss she shared with Legolas the night after they set out. She saw the people that turned into orcs and nearly killed her. Images of her and her mother popped up frequently. The three dreams she had within the building popped up, with the ring growing steadily in her mind. Sorator's face seemed to cause pain to her every time she saw him. Even images of Frodo popped up, with Strike, and the extra food.
At last, she saw Legolas, Sorator, and herself. It was the very same image she had seen when she first saw her home. Sorator went through the same possessive notions he went through before. But this time, instead of the flash of light and the disappearance, all of them were knocked to the ground and everything was engulfed in flames. Then she finally fell out.
Legolas had her hand when she came to, and everything seemed to grow slightly darker.
"Armena, what just happened?" asked Legolas.
Armena looked around frantically. "Where's Sorator?"
"Why?" asked Legolas, lifting her to her feet. "What's wrong?"
"It's going to happen. And Sorator is no where to be found. We have to find him before it is too late." Then she ran off, and Legolas followed.
Armena looked at Sorator, with his head hung low. Sorator went over and over the parchment, but he couldn't make heads or tails of it. He turned away, and began to cry. Armena started to get closer to him, but she stopped, knowing she was going to be in pain. Legolas looked up, and walked towards Sorator past Armena. He tried to comfort Sorator, but it seemed that nothing was helping.
Armena still looked around the room. She still had that constant feeling of doubt. She took yet another tour of the room, and picked back up the ring. She looked at it closely, and found it to be slightly different. The color seemed to be changing slightly, like the room did when the pendant began to dance. She stared at it, until she seemed to have a vision in front of her, as if it were a hologram. She saw an image of Sorator, and as it slowly faded away, she saw an image of Legolas. The image slowly came closer to her, until it was about to speak.
"Hello" it said. This startled Armena and she dropped the ring. When she picked it back up, she thought she saw some inscriptions on it, but she could not make them out.
Legolas was trying to get through to Sorator, but there was no luck. He tried for about a few minutes, with "is there something wrong," and "is there something your not telling me?" He got up and started to run away, but Sorator started.
"Why wouldn't you let me tell her?" he said.
Legolas hesitated and turned around. "She does not need to know."
"Why doesn't she need to know!?" exclaimed Sorator. "Why can't she know this?"
Legolas turned around and answered… "Because she is not ready."
"How exactly do you when she will be ready?" He stood up. "How exactly do you know when she is ready to hear what I have to say? It always seemed to be you that's doing all the talking, but when I try so supply an it, I'm left out in the dark. How can you explain that?"
Legolas's face was angered, but to Sorator, he seemed calmed and unmoved by Sorator's words. "Because I can read it in her face. I can see it in her eyes." He began to walk towards Sorator, and he remained unmoved. Legolas continued. "She puts up a front because she wants to show she is strong, and I know she is, but deep down inside of her, she doesn't want to know. I'm sure, in her heart, she would rather be with the mother that she has known for years." Sorator's stern face was removed from his face, and Legolas continued. "You may have known her for several years, but I knew her for several hundred years. Even though you lived close to her, I had a chance to live even closer to what happens to be the most beautiful girl I have seen, even fairer than an elf. If you think you feel bad, try living a life where the one you love has forgotten about you for hundreds of years."
Sorator looked more upset. He hung his head low, and answered, "I do have a right to feel bad. The woman I grew up with has fallen in love with an elf she has never seen in her life for as long as she could remember. You may have protected her for some time, but you stole her away from me- in the last life and in this one. Don't you tell me that I haven't felt pain, because I know I have. And you do too." He turned his head toward the room where Armena was, and he saw Armena looking through the doorway. Sorator walked towards the main doors to the building and exited. Armena looked at Sorator, then at Legolas.
She held he ring behind her back and walked towards Legolas. "What's that behind your back?" he asked. She held out her hand and there was nothing in it. There was an expression of shock, but only for a few seconds. She went to Legolas and put her hand on his chest.
"I saw you," she said.
"What do you mean?" asked Legolas.
"I saw you and Sorator, right in front of me. First, he was there, but then he vanished. Then you were there, and that's it."
"How?"
Armena hesitated. "I'm not entirely sure…"
She took Legolas to the main doors and took him outside. Sorator wasn't there, but neither of them seemed to notice. She took his hand and held it out. "Do you feel that?" she said.
"Yes," said Legolas. "I do…"
She let go of his hand. "Something is wrong here. The air…it's not right."
Legolas held his head to the sky. "The sky seems to be in an uproar also. Something is definitely going to happen."
"Would you happen to know what that might be?"
"To tell the truth, I really wish I knew. But whatever it may be, this place will be no more."
Armena took one last good look at the city while she thought she could still see it. She looked up at the sky, and saw it as clear as day. The people seemed to be very peaceful, and everything seemed to be tranquil, but she knew that something was wrong. She got closer to Legolas and he took her in his arms. Tears began to run down her face as she buried her face in his chest.
"Is there something the matter?" he asked.
She shook her head from side to side, and then turned her head towards the city again. When she started talking, instead of sounding terrified, her voice was serene. "I've only been here for so long, and it is already about to go. I don't want to leave all of this." She turned her face toward Legolas's face. "I don't want to leave you." She crept in closer. "I love you." She kissed him, and he kissed back. But a breeze blew, and Armena jerked herself away.
Her head started pounding with visions, mostly of past dreams. First she saw the arrow pierce her heart. Then she saw the kiss she shared with Legolas the night after they set out. She saw the people that turned into orcs and nearly killed her. Images of her and her mother popped up frequently. The three dreams she had within the building popped up, with the ring growing steadily in her mind. Sorator's face seemed to cause pain to her every time she saw him. Even images of Frodo popped up, with Strike, and the extra food.
At last, she saw Legolas, Sorator, and herself. It was the very same image she had seen when she first saw her home. Sorator went through the same possessive notions he went through before. But this time, instead of the flash of light and the disappearance, all of them were knocked to the ground and everything was engulfed in flames. Then she finally fell out.
Legolas had her hand when she came to, and everything seemed to grow slightly darker.
"Armena, what just happened?" asked Legolas.
Armena looked around frantically. "Where's Sorator?"
"Why?" asked Legolas, lifting her to her feet. "What's wrong?"
"It's going to happen. And Sorator is no where to be found. We have to find him before it is too late." Then she ran off, and Legolas followed.