Morhirwen adjusted her robes and fixed her hair before Galadriel
entered the room. The lady watched as Adanaur exited the room, and then
turned to face Morhirwen, an amused smile playing on her lips.
"I trust I am not interrupting anything to important, Morhirwen," she said, eyes filled with laughter. Morhirwen blushed a bit and cleared her throat. Galadriel nodded knowingly.
"No, not at all," she said quickly. Galadriel was worse than Anariel when it came to knowing when Morhirwen lied. Thankfully she did not say anything more about the matter. Morhirwen cleared her throat, and invited Galadriel to sit down. Once seated, Morhirwen asked her a burning question.
"So, what brings you all the way to Mordor, My Lady?" she asked, for Galadriel seldom left Lorien. Galadriel's face suddenly held a look of anger, fear, sorrow, and what surprised Morhirwen the most, hatred. Galadriel took a deep breath and brought a hand to her face, wiping away a tear. S
"Upon receiving your message I decided to find out all I could. I gazed into my mirror, hoping to see this rumor was false. It was not to be so. I discovered that the rumor is indeed true, very true. I could not bear to look for more than a few minutes it was so terrible. I saw more harm done to creatures in five minutes than any normal being could do in five years. And…….I saw…I saw…Mordor's destruction," she said, her voice shaking.
Morhirwen stared at her in shock. In her mind she saw her beautiful land filled with forests and streams becoming a desolate wasteland. She saw her people forced into slavery or killed. She saw innocent children imprisoned or worse, murdered. It was too much for the Elvin queen to handle, she felt light headed and the next minute had fallen from her chair into a dead faint.
"Go get help!" Galadriel cried, and then bent down to check Morhirwen's pulse. A nearby servant rushed down to the practice fields to find Anariel.
"WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY TRAINING! THE QUEEN WILL SURELY HEAR ABOUT THIS!!" screamed Anariel, when Bethwen lightly tapped her shoulder. Bethwen backed away a bit, and waited for her to calm down.
"It's just….well….I thought you might like to know…but…nevermind. Sorry to have interrupted you milady," she stammered nervously. Anariel's eyes widened and she shoved the poor elf to the side and ran up to the queen's chambers.
"What happened, is she ok? Do we know what caused her to pass out?" she said as she burst into the room. Galadriel stood up and dipped a cloth into some water, bending back down to wash the blood off of Morhirwen's face.
"I told her what it was I saw in my mirror. I imagine it was too much for her to handle," Galadriel explained to Anariel, who was gazing anxiously at her best friend.
"She'll be fine, she just needs to rest. Here, help me get her onto her bed. I can't imagine she's comfortable lying on the floor like that," Galadriel told her. Anariel nodded and soon the two elves had gotten The Lady of Mordor onto her bed.
"I think you better go tell Adanaur of her condition, he will throw a fit if we neglect to tell him," Galadriel said with a laugh. Anariel smiled and nodded in agreement. She turned and walked gracefully out of the room and went in search of her brother.
"Adanaur! Adanaur, where are you?! It's important! Ugh! I can never find you when I need you!" Anariel shouted, searching up and down the halls. Adanaur had a knack for not being seen, and she knew he took great pleasure in annoying her like this.
"How so like an older brother! Must he always do this to me?" she thought aloud.
"Of course, it is my duty as your brother to drive you utterly insane, haven't you learned that by now sister dearest?" he said with one of his trademark grins. She whirled around and glared at him.
"Where have you been?" she asked, sounding irritated. He grinned again. Anariel resolved that the next time he did that she was going to give him I good hard punch in the nose.
"Right behind you, I cannot believe you didn't notice," he said laughing. She scowled at him, he grinned. That was the last straw for Anariel. She brought her arm up and slammed her fist into his nose. His hand flew up to cover his nose that was now dripping with blood.
"There was no need to get violent Ana, it's only me," he said, his voice filled with shock. She smirked at him, satisfied. She had wanted to do that to him for a very long time. She would have gone on thinking about this when she suddenly remembered the queen lying unconscious in her chambers. No matter how annoyed she was with her brother she thought he deserved to know.
"I was looking for you because I have something to tell you that I am sure you will find most interesting, and distressing," she said calmly. All traces of a smile were gone from his face in an instant.
"What happened?" he asked, sounding more serious than she had heard him in a very long time.
"It's Morhirwen, she…." Before Anariel had a chance to finish he pushed passed her and headed for Morhirwen's bedchamber, walking faster than normal. Anariel figured it was time she got back to her troops so headed back to the practice yards, knowing her brother would take care of her friend.
"I trust I am not interrupting anything to important, Morhirwen," she said, eyes filled with laughter. Morhirwen blushed a bit and cleared her throat. Galadriel nodded knowingly.
"No, not at all," she said quickly. Galadriel was worse than Anariel when it came to knowing when Morhirwen lied. Thankfully she did not say anything more about the matter. Morhirwen cleared her throat, and invited Galadriel to sit down. Once seated, Morhirwen asked her a burning question.
"So, what brings you all the way to Mordor, My Lady?" she asked, for Galadriel seldom left Lorien. Galadriel's face suddenly held a look of anger, fear, sorrow, and what surprised Morhirwen the most, hatred. Galadriel took a deep breath and brought a hand to her face, wiping away a tear. S
"Upon receiving your message I decided to find out all I could. I gazed into my mirror, hoping to see this rumor was false. It was not to be so. I discovered that the rumor is indeed true, very true. I could not bear to look for more than a few minutes it was so terrible. I saw more harm done to creatures in five minutes than any normal being could do in five years. And…….I saw…I saw…Mordor's destruction," she said, her voice shaking.
Morhirwen stared at her in shock. In her mind she saw her beautiful land filled with forests and streams becoming a desolate wasteland. She saw her people forced into slavery or killed. She saw innocent children imprisoned or worse, murdered. It was too much for the Elvin queen to handle, she felt light headed and the next minute had fallen from her chair into a dead faint.
"Go get help!" Galadriel cried, and then bent down to check Morhirwen's pulse. A nearby servant rushed down to the practice fields to find Anariel.
"WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY TRAINING! THE QUEEN WILL SURELY HEAR ABOUT THIS!!" screamed Anariel, when Bethwen lightly tapped her shoulder. Bethwen backed away a bit, and waited for her to calm down.
"It's just….well….I thought you might like to know…but…nevermind. Sorry to have interrupted you milady," she stammered nervously. Anariel's eyes widened and she shoved the poor elf to the side and ran up to the queen's chambers.
"What happened, is she ok? Do we know what caused her to pass out?" she said as she burst into the room. Galadriel stood up and dipped a cloth into some water, bending back down to wash the blood off of Morhirwen's face.
"I told her what it was I saw in my mirror. I imagine it was too much for her to handle," Galadriel explained to Anariel, who was gazing anxiously at her best friend.
"She'll be fine, she just needs to rest. Here, help me get her onto her bed. I can't imagine she's comfortable lying on the floor like that," Galadriel told her. Anariel nodded and soon the two elves had gotten The Lady of Mordor onto her bed.
"I think you better go tell Adanaur of her condition, he will throw a fit if we neglect to tell him," Galadriel said with a laugh. Anariel smiled and nodded in agreement. She turned and walked gracefully out of the room and went in search of her brother.
"Adanaur! Adanaur, where are you?! It's important! Ugh! I can never find you when I need you!" Anariel shouted, searching up and down the halls. Adanaur had a knack for not being seen, and she knew he took great pleasure in annoying her like this.
"How so like an older brother! Must he always do this to me?" she thought aloud.
"Of course, it is my duty as your brother to drive you utterly insane, haven't you learned that by now sister dearest?" he said with one of his trademark grins. She whirled around and glared at him.
"Where have you been?" she asked, sounding irritated. He grinned again. Anariel resolved that the next time he did that she was going to give him I good hard punch in the nose.
"Right behind you, I cannot believe you didn't notice," he said laughing. She scowled at him, he grinned. That was the last straw for Anariel. She brought her arm up and slammed her fist into his nose. His hand flew up to cover his nose that was now dripping with blood.
"There was no need to get violent Ana, it's only me," he said, his voice filled with shock. She smirked at him, satisfied. She had wanted to do that to him for a very long time. She would have gone on thinking about this when she suddenly remembered the queen lying unconscious in her chambers. No matter how annoyed she was with her brother she thought he deserved to know.
"I was looking for you because I have something to tell you that I am sure you will find most interesting, and distressing," she said calmly. All traces of a smile were gone from his face in an instant.
"What happened?" he asked, sounding more serious than she had heard him in a very long time.
"It's Morhirwen, she…." Before Anariel had a chance to finish he pushed passed her and headed for Morhirwen's bedchamber, walking faster than normal. Anariel figured it was time she got back to her troops so headed back to the practice yards, knowing her brother would take care of her friend.