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A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to get this up. Major overload. . . (
Coranuil stepped out of his peaceful home and his sharp eyes swept the scene. He called for the prince in confusion. "Your Highness? Sire? Legolas!"
The sound of the humble servant's voice floated to where Legolas and Kwikli stood.
"Coranuil!" Legolas remembered. "Kwikli, follow me,"
Legolas swiftly made his way around the small grove of trees sheltering Coranuil's small hut.
"Ah, sire! I thought you had grown weary of waiting, and had proceeded on your way back to the palace. Where did you go? And who. . .?" Coranuil stopped short when he noticed Kwikli's stout figure positioned beside the prince.
"Happy tidings, my friend! The brother-son of Gimli and company have brought us a visit. The revelries shall commence tonight, and many nights after. If thou wilt, thou art given an invitation to these celebrations."
"My company!" cried Kwikli in sudden remembrance. "The excitement in finding that which was sought, thy beautiful woodland Realm, has brought my mind short of memory of our quest. Anon I must report to my company and bring them to your mighty hall. Farewell, till we meet again!"
Of course, Kwikli! I shall me thee in the house of my father before the day grows old." Legolas watched Kwikli as he hurried away, and smiled at the likeness he observed in Gimli and his nephew.
"Coranuil—I must return to the palace presently. But I must first ask—art thou in need of my assistance this hour?"
"Would it be possible to look in upon my daughter? Lord Aragorn, son of Arathorn, King of Gondor, showed unto thee his healing power, and in this did you not observe how to mend the wound caused by the Morgul blade? Might thou not use thy learnings and perceive if she might be healed?"
"I will do what is in my power, my friend. Where doth she lay?"
Coranuil stepped into the house, directing Legolas the way toward Luinëkrisien's chambers.
"Her slumber may be disrupted, but do what thou wilt."
Legolas saw, for the first time since before his quest, Luinëkrisien, yet how she had the beauty of a grown Elf, far beyond that of a child. Legolas stood in awe at the change, and the magnificence, he saw in his faithful servant's daughter. As she slept, her blonde hair, spread across the soft satin pillows on which she lay, reflected the sunlight from the window, giving it a gentle radiance, even as an angel, to the eyes of Legolas.
Luinëkrisien stirred as she felt the eyes of her father and prince watching her. As she turned to see who was standing in her doorway, the linens covering her frail body tightened and twisted. Luinëkrisien's eyes fell on her father, staring at his daughter with a troubled look in his eyes.
"Papa!" Luinë cried, and he slowly stepped toward her. They embraced, as friends after long years of separation, and Luinëkrisien's heart leapt with joy.
Out of a glimpse in the corner of her eye, Luinëkrisien spied a visitor. She pulled out her father's tight embrace and lifted her head to see this stranger was. To her great astonishment, Prince Legolas stood eyeing her, and Luinëkrisien let out a gasp of surprise.
"Good day, Your Highness," Luinëkrisien said sheepishly.
"Good day, Luinëkrisien. Thy father has asked me to tend to thy wounds, and I will do what I can to help, but I make no promises. I am no master in this art."
Luinëkrisien responded with a worried look, and her pale face looked increasingly care-worn.
"Oh, do not be troubled, Luinëkrisien. I will not try to do anything out of my power. Do not fear," Legolas replied with a gentle smile. "Shall we see what I may deem necessary for her recovery, Coranuil?"
"As you wish, Your Highness."
Luinëkrisien revealed her wound to her father and the prince, an injury of great power. The wound was cut deep in Luinëkrisien's fair skin, just above her heart, to the right of her left shoulder. The swollen skin seemed to be closing, and Legolas' eyes widened in fear.
"It is expedient that we locate the herb athelas as soon as possible. Luinëkrisien's health will continue to fail if we do not seek it and the aid of someone far more skilled than I."
Luinëkrisien's ashen figure turned pallid, even deathly white at this grim news. She collapsed onto her soft pillows and her limp body fell numb.
A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to get this up. Major overload. . . (
Coranuil stepped out of his peaceful home and his sharp eyes swept the scene. He called for the prince in confusion. "Your Highness? Sire? Legolas!"
The sound of the humble servant's voice floated to where Legolas and Kwikli stood.
"Coranuil!" Legolas remembered. "Kwikli, follow me,"
Legolas swiftly made his way around the small grove of trees sheltering Coranuil's small hut.
"Ah, sire! I thought you had grown weary of waiting, and had proceeded on your way back to the palace. Where did you go? And who. . .?" Coranuil stopped short when he noticed Kwikli's stout figure positioned beside the prince.
"Happy tidings, my friend! The brother-son of Gimli and company have brought us a visit. The revelries shall commence tonight, and many nights after. If thou wilt, thou art given an invitation to these celebrations."
"My company!" cried Kwikli in sudden remembrance. "The excitement in finding that which was sought, thy beautiful woodland Realm, has brought my mind short of memory of our quest. Anon I must report to my company and bring them to your mighty hall. Farewell, till we meet again!"
Of course, Kwikli! I shall me thee in the house of my father before the day grows old." Legolas watched Kwikli as he hurried away, and smiled at the likeness he observed in Gimli and his nephew.
"Coranuil—I must return to the palace presently. But I must first ask—art thou in need of my assistance this hour?"
"Would it be possible to look in upon my daughter? Lord Aragorn, son of Arathorn, King of Gondor, showed unto thee his healing power, and in this did you not observe how to mend the wound caused by the Morgul blade? Might thou not use thy learnings and perceive if she might be healed?"
"I will do what is in my power, my friend. Where doth she lay?"
Coranuil stepped into the house, directing Legolas the way toward Luinëkrisien's chambers.
"Her slumber may be disrupted, but do what thou wilt."
Legolas saw, for the first time since before his quest, Luinëkrisien, yet how she had the beauty of a grown Elf, far beyond that of a child. Legolas stood in awe at the change, and the magnificence, he saw in his faithful servant's daughter. As she slept, her blonde hair, spread across the soft satin pillows on which she lay, reflected the sunlight from the window, giving it a gentle radiance, even as an angel, to the eyes of Legolas.
Luinëkrisien stirred as she felt the eyes of her father and prince watching her. As she turned to see who was standing in her doorway, the linens covering her frail body tightened and twisted. Luinëkrisien's eyes fell on her father, staring at his daughter with a troubled look in his eyes.
"Papa!" Luinë cried, and he slowly stepped toward her. They embraced, as friends after long years of separation, and Luinëkrisien's heart leapt with joy.
Out of a glimpse in the corner of her eye, Luinëkrisien spied a visitor. She pulled out her father's tight embrace and lifted her head to see this stranger was. To her great astonishment, Prince Legolas stood eyeing her, and Luinëkrisien let out a gasp of surprise.
"Good day, Your Highness," Luinëkrisien said sheepishly.
"Good day, Luinëkrisien. Thy father has asked me to tend to thy wounds, and I will do what I can to help, but I make no promises. I am no master in this art."
Luinëkrisien responded with a worried look, and her pale face looked increasingly care-worn.
"Oh, do not be troubled, Luinëkrisien. I will not try to do anything out of my power. Do not fear," Legolas replied with a gentle smile. "Shall we see what I may deem necessary for her recovery, Coranuil?"
"As you wish, Your Highness."
Luinëkrisien revealed her wound to her father and the prince, an injury of great power. The wound was cut deep in Luinëkrisien's fair skin, just above her heart, to the right of her left shoulder. The swollen skin seemed to be closing, and Legolas' eyes widened in fear.
"It is expedient that we locate the herb athelas as soon as possible. Luinëkrisien's health will continue to fail if we do not seek it and the aid of someone far more skilled than I."
Luinëkrisien's ashen figure turned pallid, even deathly white at this grim news. She collapsed onto her soft pillows and her limp body fell numb.