Being Praised and Being Scolded
Elhenin stood and attempted to walk, taking baby-steps, but that resulted with a fall with her chin in the grass. "Can you crawl to a knife?" Ellrolin asked. "There's one right there."
"Yes," Elhenin said, sputtering grass. "They are all over the place! Let me try to get to one." She rolled and wobbled around on the ground till she finally edged her way to a knife, still firmly in an orc's hand. She rubbed the knot against the jagged knife. "Ow," she cried, clenching her teeth as the knife poked her hand. "I think I almost have it…!"
She continued scraping the rope against the knife. "Got it!" she exclaimed. She pulled her hands apart and cut the ropes from her legs. She looked at the knife for a moment. The blade was rough and it still had the symbol of Sauron on it.
She untied both of her sisters. "Let's leave," Elmeraith said as she jumped from the table. "We can't just wait here."
"Wait," paused Ellrolin. Her ears pricked at some sound. "I hear something …listen."
The others waited silently and listened. "I only hear swords against swords—," said Elhenin.
"No, wait, I hear something too," Elmeraith paused. "Someone just said Emeake. Must be some elf boy…"
"Elmerake!" came a voice.
"No, they said Elmerake," Elhenin corrected her.
"Elmeraith!" this time the voice rang loud and clear. "Legolas?" Elmeraith wondered aloud. "Elhenin! Ellrolin!" came the voice.
The three girls stepped around the wall where they had been hidden. Far downwards, climbing up the hill, six elves were running towards them. "Over here!" Ellrolin waved. Her knees quaked and she felt as if she could already feel warm water in a bathtub. "We're going to go back to the village!" she whispered to her sisters with excitement.
Legolas finally came up with five elves behind them. He seemed out of breath and weary from all the days work. "I heard that you were taken by orcs, but here you are, untouched!" Legolas panted in surprise. "Was I misinformed?"
"No, you weren't," Elmeraith said, remembering the frightening orcs. "We were taken by orcs."
"But we are women. We can handle ourselves," Ellrolin answered quickly with a wry smile.
"You mean *I* can handle myself," snapped Elhenin. "Who did all the work so that we were set free, hmm?"
Legolas looked from face to face in astonishment. "How many orcs were there?"
"I don't know…" Elhenin mused for a moment.
"Fifteen orcs, one Uruk-Hai," answered Ellrolin coolly.
"I-I was afraid you were all dead," Legolas said, warmth in his eyes. "No," Elmeraith said, playing along with Ellrolin's little game. "We told you. We can handle ourselves." Legolas took Elmeraith's hand. "So that means you are all unblemished?"
"We only have scratches, but you should have seen what happened to the orcs!" Elhenin laughed, also deciding to play along.
Legolas's eyes narrowed. "We'll just see about that." He and the five others turned around the corner the girls had been and there lay sixteen orcs on top of one another. Legolas looked back at the girls in respect. "Don't think I'm not upset about all this, anyhow! Why did you do such a thing to as come out here at a time like this?" he snapped.
Elmeraith tried to protest, but Legolas interrupted again. "You have your ways of getting into mischief, don't you? You could have all been killed. How did these orcs REALLY die?"
"It was me," came Elhenin in her throaty voice. "I made them get into a fight and they killed each other."
Legolas was surprised to hear such a voice come from someone so small. He nodded. They sat in silence for a few moments and the fighting began to die down.
"Well, we only came to make sure you were alright," said Ellrolin coolly. "Until Elhenin decided she wanted to jump right into a horde or orcs!"
"It's only because Lenomial was being stabbed!" Elhenin snapped back.
"Oh, but he is your sweetheart, isn't he now?" hissed Ellrolin.
"Enough!" it was Legolas's turn to snap. "Stop being like this! The battle has ended sooner than I thought it would. Let us go and investigate," said Legolas.
When they came upon the empty plain again, none were alive but Elves, stacking bodies onto one another. "Elmeraith, Elhenin, Ellrolin: go and tend to the wounded since you have decided to join us. My elves: help stack orc bodies and burn them, but separate them from elves so that we may identify them."
The three sisters walked through the dark till they came upon many elves in rows on the ground. Tents were being put up for shelter, but for now they slept on the ground. It was still night and it was very cold. There were already elves that were being tended to and ones that already had been and were awake.
"Do you think Lenomial could be among these?"
"I wonder if FATHER or ELDARION is around here. Why worried about someone you've hardly met?" Elmeraith said.
Elhenin blushed. "Well, because I saw him wounded…"
"I sure hope father isn't wounded," Ellrolin cut her off. "I sure hope he isn't dea…"
"Don't even say it!" snapped Elmeraith. "We shall not think of such things. Don't put those thought in our heads. Now let us do what Legolas said and HELP."
Ellrolin grumbled in her usual bad-ass way. "Fine, but what can we do to help?" she asked, playing dumb while her other sisters were already cleaning wounds on elves. Elhenin sighed. "Make yourself useful. SIT DOWN and start HELPING."
Ellrolin grumbled again and sat next to a wounded elf. She cringed at the blood and washed it from his leg.
"Ohhh…" groaned someone. Elhenin's ears pricked up at the voice. "That voice sounded familiar. I'll be back." Elhenin scurried off past more wounded bodies till she came upon one certain one. Just as she had thought! Lenomial lay against a tree among the wounded. His face was pale and he was crying out as if in nightmares.
Elhenin bent beside him. "Lenomial," she whispered. She stroked his soft golden hair. "Lenomial." He groaned again, but the nightmare seemed to be lifting and his eyes fluttered. "E-Elhenin?" he stammered as he opened his eyes. His eyes were half-lidded and he appeared very weary.
"I'm here," she said softly. "Are you alright?"
"Now that you're here, I am," he said dryly, searching for her hand in the dark. His hand clasped onto hers. "I thought you were going to die out there. You came in battle and saved me from the orcs. They left me alone…" he coughed.
"Shhh," she hushed him. "Have you been tended to?"
"Yes," he said. "I have."
"Good," she said slowly. "Now you get some rest and I will tend to the others that need to be tended to. I will visit you later."
"Please do. So this means you can't go out with me horse-back riding any time soon, eh?"
She laughed. "Maybe not. When you heal, we can, but you are badly injured."
He sighed. "If you must go than go. There are others that are wounded worse than I."
"Farewell," she said, kissing him in the forehead and then turning to leave. He smiled weakly as he watched her go. "I love her," he whispered to himself. He began to drift back to sleep…
(UGH! I know, it's such a sucky chapter!!! *sigh* I have to remember that this is Elmeraith's story. I'm wondering on how it should end…yes, I THINK it's going to end soon. I need to come up with the happiest, cutest ending for this story! Bear w/ me!!!!!!!!!!! What should I do? Tell me if there should be a little bit of Lenomial and Elhenin. More of bratty Ellrolin and maybe she gets into more embarrassing moments? Lol. Alright ttyl!
Lauren)
Elhenin stood and attempted to walk, taking baby-steps, but that resulted with a fall with her chin in the grass. "Can you crawl to a knife?" Ellrolin asked. "There's one right there."
"Yes," Elhenin said, sputtering grass. "They are all over the place! Let me try to get to one." She rolled and wobbled around on the ground till she finally edged her way to a knife, still firmly in an orc's hand. She rubbed the knot against the jagged knife. "Ow," she cried, clenching her teeth as the knife poked her hand. "I think I almost have it…!"
She continued scraping the rope against the knife. "Got it!" she exclaimed. She pulled her hands apart and cut the ropes from her legs. She looked at the knife for a moment. The blade was rough and it still had the symbol of Sauron on it.
She untied both of her sisters. "Let's leave," Elmeraith said as she jumped from the table. "We can't just wait here."
"Wait," paused Ellrolin. Her ears pricked at some sound. "I hear something …listen."
The others waited silently and listened. "I only hear swords against swords—," said Elhenin.
"No, wait, I hear something too," Elmeraith paused. "Someone just said Emeake. Must be some elf boy…"
"Elmerake!" came a voice.
"No, they said Elmerake," Elhenin corrected her.
"Elmeraith!" this time the voice rang loud and clear. "Legolas?" Elmeraith wondered aloud. "Elhenin! Ellrolin!" came the voice.
The three girls stepped around the wall where they had been hidden. Far downwards, climbing up the hill, six elves were running towards them. "Over here!" Ellrolin waved. Her knees quaked and she felt as if she could already feel warm water in a bathtub. "We're going to go back to the village!" she whispered to her sisters with excitement.
Legolas finally came up with five elves behind them. He seemed out of breath and weary from all the days work. "I heard that you were taken by orcs, but here you are, untouched!" Legolas panted in surprise. "Was I misinformed?"
"No, you weren't," Elmeraith said, remembering the frightening orcs. "We were taken by orcs."
"But we are women. We can handle ourselves," Ellrolin answered quickly with a wry smile.
"You mean *I* can handle myself," snapped Elhenin. "Who did all the work so that we were set free, hmm?"
Legolas looked from face to face in astonishment. "How many orcs were there?"
"I don't know…" Elhenin mused for a moment.
"Fifteen orcs, one Uruk-Hai," answered Ellrolin coolly.
"I-I was afraid you were all dead," Legolas said, warmth in his eyes. "No," Elmeraith said, playing along with Ellrolin's little game. "We told you. We can handle ourselves." Legolas took Elmeraith's hand. "So that means you are all unblemished?"
"We only have scratches, but you should have seen what happened to the orcs!" Elhenin laughed, also deciding to play along.
Legolas's eyes narrowed. "We'll just see about that." He and the five others turned around the corner the girls had been and there lay sixteen orcs on top of one another. Legolas looked back at the girls in respect. "Don't think I'm not upset about all this, anyhow! Why did you do such a thing to as come out here at a time like this?" he snapped.
Elmeraith tried to protest, but Legolas interrupted again. "You have your ways of getting into mischief, don't you? You could have all been killed. How did these orcs REALLY die?"
"It was me," came Elhenin in her throaty voice. "I made them get into a fight and they killed each other."
Legolas was surprised to hear such a voice come from someone so small. He nodded. They sat in silence for a few moments and the fighting began to die down.
"Well, we only came to make sure you were alright," said Ellrolin coolly. "Until Elhenin decided she wanted to jump right into a horde or orcs!"
"It's only because Lenomial was being stabbed!" Elhenin snapped back.
"Oh, but he is your sweetheart, isn't he now?" hissed Ellrolin.
"Enough!" it was Legolas's turn to snap. "Stop being like this! The battle has ended sooner than I thought it would. Let us go and investigate," said Legolas.
When they came upon the empty plain again, none were alive but Elves, stacking bodies onto one another. "Elmeraith, Elhenin, Ellrolin: go and tend to the wounded since you have decided to join us. My elves: help stack orc bodies and burn them, but separate them from elves so that we may identify them."
The three sisters walked through the dark till they came upon many elves in rows on the ground. Tents were being put up for shelter, but for now they slept on the ground. It was still night and it was very cold. There were already elves that were being tended to and ones that already had been and were awake.
"Do you think Lenomial could be among these?"
"I wonder if FATHER or ELDARION is around here. Why worried about someone you've hardly met?" Elmeraith said.
Elhenin blushed. "Well, because I saw him wounded…"
"I sure hope father isn't wounded," Ellrolin cut her off. "I sure hope he isn't dea…"
"Don't even say it!" snapped Elmeraith. "We shall not think of such things. Don't put those thought in our heads. Now let us do what Legolas said and HELP."
Ellrolin grumbled in her usual bad-ass way. "Fine, but what can we do to help?" she asked, playing dumb while her other sisters were already cleaning wounds on elves. Elhenin sighed. "Make yourself useful. SIT DOWN and start HELPING."
Ellrolin grumbled again and sat next to a wounded elf. She cringed at the blood and washed it from his leg.
"Ohhh…" groaned someone. Elhenin's ears pricked up at the voice. "That voice sounded familiar. I'll be back." Elhenin scurried off past more wounded bodies till she came upon one certain one. Just as she had thought! Lenomial lay against a tree among the wounded. His face was pale and he was crying out as if in nightmares.
Elhenin bent beside him. "Lenomial," she whispered. She stroked his soft golden hair. "Lenomial." He groaned again, but the nightmare seemed to be lifting and his eyes fluttered. "E-Elhenin?" he stammered as he opened his eyes. His eyes were half-lidded and he appeared very weary.
"I'm here," she said softly. "Are you alright?"
"Now that you're here, I am," he said dryly, searching for her hand in the dark. His hand clasped onto hers. "I thought you were going to die out there. You came in battle and saved me from the orcs. They left me alone…" he coughed.
"Shhh," she hushed him. "Have you been tended to?"
"Yes," he said. "I have."
"Good," she said slowly. "Now you get some rest and I will tend to the others that need to be tended to. I will visit you later."
"Please do. So this means you can't go out with me horse-back riding any time soon, eh?"
She laughed. "Maybe not. When you heal, we can, but you are badly injured."
He sighed. "If you must go than go. There are others that are wounded worse than I."
"Farewell," she said, kissing him in the forehead and then turning to leave. He smiled weakly as he watched her go. "I love her," he whispered to himself. He began to drift back to sleep…
(UGH! I know, it's such a sucky chapter!!! *sigh* I have to remember that this is Elmeraith's story. I'm wondering on how it should end…yes, I THINK it's going to end soon. I need to come up with the happiest, cutest ending for this story! Bear w/ me!!!!!!!!!!! What should I do? Tell me if there should be a little bit of Lenomial and Elhenin. More of bratty Ellrolin and maybe she gets into more embarrassing moments? Lol. Alright ttyl!
Lauren)
