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Chapter Six: Voices in Slumber
Legolas had watched Alatariel disappear from his vision, but had stood looking out at the vast plain as if she would return to him. It pained his heart to see her vanish from his sight; he had never longed for someone so much. Aragorn broke the silence,
"Legolas, we must keep moving."
After walking for a long while, following the trial of the orcs, the three companions began to grow tired.
"If she were here," thought Legolas, "her song would keep us going for days."
He wished so much to know if she was safe and unharmed. From how Eomer acted, Legolas concluded that he did not like or trust the man at all.
Alatariel had kept her eyes on Legolas for as long as she could. She missed him dearly, for he seemed like her only friend so far. Bristuel was a wild, seemingly untamed beast, and it took much skill for even an elf to control him. It was hard for her, because unlike men, elves do not ride with a saddle, and sometimes even without a bridle- now was one of those times. She felt Eomer's eyes on her the entire time. He seemed like he was fairly trustworthy, but she did not sense an immediate bond with him, as she did Legolas. At last, her eyes caught view of a castle far off. This relieved her; now she knew where she was riding to. Once again, she urged Bristuel on, "Noro lim! Noro lim!"
When they finally reached the castle walls, she leapt down from her horse. Her legs felt very shaky and weak, like new branches on a tree, for it had been a long time since she had last ridden. Eomer took her by the arm and led her into the palace.
At the doors to the king's hall, she was asked to discard her longknife, which she did reluctantly. When she entered the hall, she saw an old, gray-bearded man sitting on a throne. By his side was a nasty-looking fellow who gave her a angry look. Also in the room stood a beautiful woman; Eomer pointed her out as his sister, Eowyn.
"King Theoden," began Eomer, "while my company was riding, we came across four travelers, a man, a dwarf, and two elves. This elf maiden was one of them. She is from Lothlorien. I brought her back to you as is my duty." He bowed slightly and then stepped back.
At the name "Lothlorien," the creepy fellow beside the king whispered in the king's ear. Finally, the king spoke.
"My advisor, Grima Wormtongue, suggests that the maiden may possess terrible power. He advises me to have her thrown into the dungeon- now!"
Alatariel looked at Eomer with fear in her eyes, "You swore to protect me!" she shrieked as two guards led her away. Eomer watched all of this in shock.
"I am sorry, my dear elf! I am sorry!!" said he. With those final words, he walked out of the king's hall. He was reminded of the last words he spoke to the angered elf prince, "Do not fear, I will keep her safe." He wept as he remembered this.
As the guards led Alatariel down the steps to the dungeon, a form appeared out of the shadows. It was Grima.
"Despicable creature!" he hissed at Alatariel
She spit on his face, "You are the despicable one here!" she growled.
He was greatly angered, and he grabbed her by the arm, and shoved her down the steps. She did not get up.
Alatariel was thrown into a cell under the castle. There were no windows, only a single door with an opening to slip food through. The cell was damp and cold; it reeked with the stench of death. Alatariel had gone unconscious when she landed at the bottom of the steps, but was now beginning to wake up. She was terribly frightened at her surroundings. She closed her eyes and cried, "Ai Elbereth!!" over and over. She shut her eyes even more tightly, "Legolas! Legolas! please some to my aid! Come soon my dear friend! Please come soon!" Then, suddenly, as if by magic, a peace came over her, and she fell into a peaceful slumber.
Legolas was getting ready to rest for the night. All of his thought was bent upon Alatariel. The rest of the company was in a good mood, for Gandalf had returned to them, and was now more powerful than ever. As Legolas started to doze off, he heard a voice in his mind that was clear as day. The voice shouted, "Legolas! Legolas! Please come to my aid! Come soon my dear friend, come soon!" He knew it was Alatariel's voice, and it was filled with fear and pain. He was filled with rage as he remembered Eomer's promise to them. "I am coming, melamin, I am coming!" he said to her in his heart. Oh how he wished she could hear his voice! If she could, it might calm her fears. He knew he must get to her as soon as possible. He leapt up and went to tell the others.
A/N- "melamin" means "my love"
Chapter Six: Voices in Slumber
Legolas had watched Alatariel disappear from his vision, but had stood looking out at the vast plain as if she would return to him. It pained his heart to see her vanish from his sight; he had never longed for someone so much. Aragorn broke the silence,
"Legolas, we must keep moving."
After walking for a long while, following the trial of the orcs, the three companions began to grow tired.
"If she were here," thought Legolas, "her song would keep us going for days."
He wished so much to know if she was safe and unharmed. From how Eomer acted, Legolas concluded that he did not like or trust the man at all.
Alatariel had kept her eyes on Legolas for as long as she could. She missed him dearly, for he seemed like her only friend so far. Bristuel was a wild, seemingly untamed beast, and it took much skill for even an elf to control him. It was hard for her, because unlike men, elves do not ride with a saddle, and sometimes even without a bridle- now was one of those times. She felt Eomer's eyes on her the entire time. He seemed like he was fairly trustworthy, but she did not sense an immediate bond with him, as she did Legolas. At last, her eyes caught view of a castle far off. This relieved her; now she knew where she was riding to. Once again, she urged Bristuel on, "Noro lim! Noro lim!"
When they finally reached the castle walls, she leapt down from her horse. Her legs felt very shaky and weak, like new branches on a tree, for it had been a long time since she had last ridden. Eomer took her by the arm and led her into the palace.
At the doors to the king's hall, she was asked to discard her longknife, which she did reluctantly. When she entered the hall, she saw an old, gray-bearded man sitting on a throne. By his side was a nasty-looking fellow who gave her a angry look. Also in the room stood a beautiful woman; Eomer pointed her out as his sister, Eowyn.
"King Theoden," began Eomer, "while my company was riding, we came across four travelers, a man, a dwarf, and two elves. This elf maiden was one of them. She is from Lothlorien. I brought her back to you as is my duty." He bowed slightly and then stepped back.
At the name "Lothlorien," the creepy fellow beside the king whispered in the king's ear. Finally, the king spoke.
"My advisor, Grima Wormtongue, suggests that the maiden may possess terrible power. He advises me to have her thrown into the dungeon- now!"
Alatariel looked at Eomer with fear in her eyes, "You swore to protect me!" she shrieked as two guards led her away. Eomer watched all of this in shock.
"I am sorry, my dear elf! I am sorry!!" said he. With those final words, he walked out of the king's hall. He was reminded of the last words he spoke to the angered elf prince, "Do not fear, I will keep her safe." He wept as he remembered this.
As the guards led Alatariel down the steps to the dungeon, a form appeared out of the shadows. It was Grima.
"Despicable creature!" he hissed at Alatariel
She spit on his face, "You are the despicable one here!" she growled.
He was greatly angered, and he grabbed her by the arm, and shoved her down the steps. She did not get up.
Alatariel was thrown into a cell under the castle. There were no windows, only a single door with an opening to slip food through. The cell was damp and cold; it reeked with the stench of death. Alatariel had gone unconscious when she landed at the bottom of the steps, but was now beginning to wake up. She was terribly frightened at her surroundings. She closed her eyes and cried, "Ai Elbereth!!" over and over. She shut her eyes even more tightly, "Legolas! Legolas! please some to my aid! Come soon my dear friend! Please come soon!" Then, suddenly, as if by magic, a peace came over her, and she fell into a peaceful slumber.
Legolas was getting ready to rest for the night. All of his thought was bent upon Alatariel. The rest of the company was in a good mood, for Gandalf had returned to them, and was now more powerful than ever. As Legolas started to doze off, he heard a voice in his mind that was clear as day. The voice shouted, "Legolas! Legolas! Please come to my aid! Come soon my dear friend, come soon!" He knew it was Alatariel's voice, and it was filled with fear and pain. He was filled with rage as he remembered Eomer's promise to them. "I am coming, melamin, I am coming!" he said to her in his heart. Oh how he wished she could hear his voice! If she could, it might calm her fears. He knew he must get to her as soon as possible. He leapt up and went to tell the others.
A/N- "melamin" means "my love"