RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The characters from Lord of the Rings and their wonderful world are borrowed from J.R.R. Tolkien. The plotline and all other characters are copyright 2002 Emily (emi_kins@yahoo.com)
50.
Elenath's eyes flew open so quickly that Merethiel cried out in surprise. Clutching at the blankets and flinging them aside, the princess sat up and gripped Haldir's shoulders. "The Sword. Bring me the Sword."
A huge smile spread across Haldir's face as he swept her into his arms. "You are awake! Thank the Valar! You were near death but a moment ago." He kissed her forehead and both cheeks as Merethiel joined the embrace, laughing with joy. But Elenath gently pushed both away, a hand on each one's shoulder.
"Please," she said, "The Sword. I have been a selfish fool, for my life is not my own to throw away as I please."
They did not understand, but asked no questions. Elenath was awake, and that was all that mattered.
With great reverence, Haldir took Calmakil from its resting place on the wall and placed in gently into the Princess' hands, watching in awe as the Blade glowed to life. The three diamonds especially glimmered and winked in the darkness.
Elenath closed her eyes and saw the battle. She saw her grandfather save Thranduil's life, saw the Orcish blade pierce Legolas' side, saw her Beloved continue to fight despite his pain. Crying out, she set Calmakil aside and dressed, heedless of Haldir's presence. The warrior turned respectfully away when she flung her nightgown aside and rummaged through the bag that still lay at the foot of her bed. Tunic and leggings were found and thrown on in a matter of seconds. "A horse," she rasped, taking up the Sword again. "Ready a horse for me. Legolas is in grave trouble."
Haldir gently but firmly grasped her by the shoulders and backed her onto the bed. "You cannot ride to Mirkwood. But a moment ago you were near death. You must rest."
"Nay, nay! I must go to his aid!" She defied his grasp and stood. "I must leave at once." Then her shoulders slumped in realization. "But alas! There is no time. The trouble is now, yet Mirkwood is many days' ride hence. What shall I do?"
Merethiel and Haldir watched in utter amazement as a look of enlightenment dawned on their friend's face. She spoke Yeshua's words aloud. "Call on me at any time and I shall come to your aid," and then, gripping the sword, cried out, "Yeshua! Yeshua! Send not your aid to me but to Legolas! He fights for his life on the battlefield of Mirkwood. Please make haste!"
Then suddenly she was gone. Vanished without a trace. Merethiel gasped, and Haldir closed his eyes. "May the Valar be with her, wherever she has gone."
***
The Prince of Mirkwood was weary, his grip on life fading quickly. He tried to focus his energies on the foul creatures that attacked him, managing to deflect their blows and thrust his own blade home multiple times before collapsing onto the warm earth. He closed his eyes and awaited death, hoping that it would come quickly and without too much pain. The pain he already suffered was enough.
Opening his eyes briefly, he saw the death-blow coming. A jagged Orkish blade was raised high above his heart, and he silently wept tears of regret for what would now never be. "Amin mela lle, Elenath I love you, Elenath," he whispered as the blade rushed toward his helpless form. He closed his eyes and felt… nothing. But he heard the loud cry of a female Elf and the clash of swords before he drifted into darkness.
***
How she came to be in the midst of the very battle the Sword had shown her, Elenath did not know. But she was there, and this was no dream. Legolas lay before her, crumpled and wounded upon the earth, the bodies of dead Orcs strewn about him. One thing was evident. He had not gone down without a fight. Afaendil struggled to come to his friend's aid, but was himself under attack, and so when one of the beasts raised his long knife to pierce the prince's heart, Elenath sprang forward to help him. She dispatched the Orc with one thrust from Calmakil and turned to defend her Beloved from the hordes that still came forth.
None could stand against the Blade's light and the battle was over quickly, but Elenath was indeed both weak and tired. She sank to her knees beside Legolas and gathered him gently to herself, pressing his ear against her breast that he might hear her heart beating. "Live," she whispered, her tears falling into his golden hair. "Please live. For I must, and I do not wish to go on without you."
His eyes fluttered open as the two Elven Lords reached them at last. They stood aside in awe and wonder at the Light that surrounded the two lovers.
"Elenath… how came you to be here?" Legolas smiled and reached up to brush a strand of her raven hair from her face.
"I know not," she answered. "But if you die here, Legolas, I will live in grief for all of eternity. Please do not leave me."
"If by strength of will I may defy death, then I shall, my love. Only strengthen me with your kisses before I wake from this dream."
"'Tis not a dream. This I promise," she answered, bending to kiss him gently. As their lips met, the Sword brightened, blinding all who had gathered. When the light dimmed, the princess was gone and Legolas lay fighting for his very life upon the blood-soaked ground.
DISCLAIMER: The characters from Lord of the Rings and their wonderful world are borrowed from J.R.R. Tolkien. The plotline and all other characters are copyright 2002 Emily (emi_kins@yahoo.com)
50.
Elenath's eyes flew open so quickly that Merethiel cried out in surprise. Clutching at the blankets and flinging them aside, the princess sat up and gripped Haldir's shoulders. "The Sword. Bring me the Sword."
A huge smile spread across Haldir's face as he swept her into his arms. "You are awake! Thank the Valar! You were near death but a moment ago." He kissed her forehead and both cheeks as Merethiel joined the embrace, laughing with joy. But Elenath gently pushed both away, a hand on each one's shoulder.
"Please," she said, "The Sword. I have been a selfish fool, for my life is not my own to throw away as I please."
They did not understand, but asked no questions. Elenath was awake, and that was all that mattered.
With great reverence, Haldir took Calmakil from its resting place on the wall and placed in gently into the Princess' hands, watching in awe as the Blade glowed to life. The three diamonds especially glimmered and winked in the darkness.
Elenath closed her eyes and saw the battle. She saw her grandfather save Thranduil's life, saw the Orcish blade pierce Legolas' side, saw her Beloved continue to fight despite his pain. Crying out, she set Calmakil aside and dressed, heedless of Haldir's presence. The warrior turned respectfully away when she flung her nightgown aside and rummaged through the bag that still lay at the foot of her bed. Tunic and leggings were found and thrown on in a matter of seconds. "A horse," she rasped, taking up the Sword again. "Ready a horse for me. Legolas is in grave trouble."
Haldir gently but firmly grasped her by the shoulders and backed her onto the bed. "You cannot ride to Mirkwood. But a moment ago you were near death. You must rest."
"Nay, nay! I must go to his aid!" She defied his grasp and stood. "I must leave at once." Then her shoulders slumped in realization. "But alas! There is no time. The trouble is now, yet Mirkwood is many days' ride hence. What shall I do?"
Merethiel and Haldir watched in utter amazement as a look of enlightenment dawned on their friend's face. She spoke Yeshua's words aloud. "Call on me at any time and I shall come to your aid," and then, gripping the sword, cried out, "Yeshua! Yeshua! Send not your aid to me but to Legolas! He fights for his life on the battlefield of Mirkwood. Please make haste!"
Then suddenly she was gone. Vanished without a trace. Merethiel gasped, and Haldir closed his eyes. "May the Valar be with her, wherever she has gone."
***
The Prince of Mirkwood was weary, his grip on life fading quickly. He tried to focus his energies on the foul creatures that attacked him, managing to deflect their blows and thrust his own blade home multiple times before collapsing onto the warm earth. He closed his eyes and awaited death, hoping that it would come quickly and without too much pain. The pain he already suffered was enough.
Opening his eyes briefly, he saw the death-blow coming. A jagged Orkish blade was raised high above his heart, and he silently wept tears of regret for what would now never be. "Amin mela lle, Elenath I love you, Elenath," he whispered as the blade rushed toward his helpless form. He closed his eyes and felt… nothing. But he heard the loud cry of a female Elf and the clash of swords before he drifted into darkness.
***
How she came to be in the midst of the very battle the Sword had shown her, Elenath did not know. But she was there, and this was no dream. Legolas lay before her, crumpled and wounded upon the earth, the bodies of dead Orcs strewn about him. One thing was evident. He had not gone down without a fight. Afaendil struggled to come to his friend's aid, but was himself under attack, and so when one of the beasts raised his long knife to pierce the prince's heart, Elenath sprang forward to help him. She dispatched the Orc with one thrust from Calmakil and turned to defend her Beloved from the hordes that still came forth.
None could stand against the Blade's light and the battle was over quickly, but Elenath was indeed both weak and tired. She sank to her knees beside Legolas and gathered him gently to herself, pressing his ear against her breast that he might hear her heart beating. "Live," she whispered, her tears falling into his golden hair. "Please live. For I must, and I do not wish to go on without you."
His eyes fluttered open as the two Elven Lords reached them at last. They stood aside in awe and wonder at the Light that surrounded the two lovers.
"Elenath… how came you to be here?" Legolas smiled and reached up to brush a strand of her raven hair from her face.
"I know not," she answered. "But if you die here, Legolas, I will live in grief for all of eternity. Please do not leave me."
"If by strength of will I may defy death, then I shall, my love. Only strengthen me with your kisses before I wake from this dream."
"'Tis not a dream. This I promise," she answered, bending to kiss him gently. As their lips met, the Sword brightened, blinding all who had gathered. When the light dimmed, the princess was gone and Legolas lay fighting for his very life upon the blood-soaked ground.
