Disclaimer: Since I forgot to do this in my first chapter, so here it is.
Legolas, Thranduil, Mirkwood, Gimli(you get the point) and any of Tolkien's
characters/places are not mine, they're his. If I used someone else's
story idea, sorry, I wasn't aware. Please don't sue me.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad people actually like my work! (
Luinekariën bolted upright in her oak-wood canopy bed. She immediately felt a wave of dizziness. The sharp pain piercing her temples seemed to dig deeper through her skull, and the agony of the pain in her chest increased causing her much grief.
She groaned and slowly lay back down onto her mother's satin, down pillows. The pain lessened, yet the aching continued. "Papa? Papa!" Luinëkarien's cries carried through her closed door and down the halls of the one-leveled house.
"Luinëkarien? What troubles you? What pains afflict you?" The pounding in Luinëkarien's head was so intense that she hadn't heard her Elven mother enter the room.
"Mother? Has Father not yet returned?"
"He will be home before long. He had to attend to his duties at the palace, and then he shall attend to you."
"Wherefore does he linger? Or does the king insist that he tarry?"
"I know not, my dear Luinë. Perhaps he is searching for athelas." Athelas, or kingsfoil, as it is known in the common tongue, a well-known herb, was used for healing purposes, but only when the victim of the affliction was in grave danger of dying.
"The athelas? Why do we need such a plant? Am I in such danger that I need this herb?" Luinëkarien inquired with an extreme look of concern clouding her face.
"Luinë, your health is continually growing worse. Please trust that your father, and other Elves who know of your plight are of good judgement."
"Yes, mother, but what of the wizard's healing? Or the healing of Elrond Halfelven, master of the resplendent kingdom of Rivendell? Can we not ask for use of their gifts?"
"Mithrandir is continually tending to the amends that must be made to our precious Middle Earth. Lord Elrond must care for his own people and kingdom. I'm sorry, Luinëkarien." she said worriedly. "You now must rest, or the herb, or whatever craft is used for your healing, will not have the needed effect." Luinëkarien's care-worn mother left the bed chambers, and heard Luinë's mumbled response as she closed the door.
"Of course, mo. . ." Luinëkarien managed as she slipped back to sleep, with eyes closed, an uncommon way of rest among the Elves.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad people actually like my work! (
Luinekariën bolted upright in her oak-wood canopy bed. She immediately felt a wave of dizziness. The sharp pain piercing her temples seemed to dig deeper through her skull, and the agony of the pain in her chest increased causing her much grief.
She groaned and slowly lay back down onto her mother's satin, down pillows. The pain lessened, yet the aching continued. "Papa? Papa!" Luinëkarien's cries carried through her closed door and down the halls of the one-leveled house.
"Luinëkarien? What troubles you? What pains afflict you?" The pounding in Luinëkarien's head was so intense that she hadn't heard her Elven mother enter the room.
"Mother? Has Father not yet returned?"
"He will be home before long. He had to attend to his duties at the palace, and then he shall attend to you."
"Wherefore does he linger? Or does the king insist that he tarry?"
"I know not, my dear Luinë. Perhaps he is searching for athelas." Athelas, or kingsfoil, as it is known in the common tongue, a well-known herb, was used for healing purposes, but only when the victim of the affliction was in grave danger of dying.
"The athelas? Why do we need such a plant? Am I in such danger that I need this herb?" Luinëkarien inquired with an extreme look of concern clouding her face.
"Luinë, your health is continually growing worse. Please trust that your father, and other Elves who know of your plight are of good judgement."
"Yes, mother, but what of the wizard's healing? Or the healing of Elrond Halfelven, master of the resplendent kingdom of Rivendell? Can we not ask for use of their gifts?"
"Mithrandir is continually tending to the amends that must be made to our precious Middle Earth. Lord Elrond must care for his own people and kingdom. I'm sorry, Luinëkarien." she said worriedly. "You now must rest, or the herb, or whatever craft is used for your healing, will not have the needed effect." Luinëkarien's care-worn mother left the bed chambers, and heard Luinë's mumbled response as she closed the door.
"Of course, mo. . ." Luinëkarien managed as she slipped back to sleep, with eyes closed, an uncommon way of rest among the Elves.