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"I will return as quickly as possible," Legolas told Coranuil. "I must inform His Majesty of the problems and difficulties that have risen in this dreadful-and joyous-day. I will send for the needed help to heal your daughter, and swiftly return. Do not fear."
With one last look at Luinëkrisien, Legolas turned and whistled. A great white horse, with no saddle or reins to burden it, galloped toward the two Elves, stopping suddenly in front of his master. Legolas sprung onto the majestic beast and bid Coranuil farewell. He let out a cry, and the horse strode quickly toward the palace.
King Thranduil sat regally on his throne, contemplating the events of the days and many things otherwise. Just as he was beginning to wonder where his clever and mischievous, as elves can often be, son had been that day, Legolas rushed into the room, a hurried walk in his legs and a worried look in his eyes.
"Legolas, my son! What troubles you?"
"Father, I must request for thy aid and patience." Legolas bowed toward his father as he spoke. "Will you grant my request, when it shall be given to you?"
"I will gladly help you, whatsoever you shall need," Thranduil's befuddlement was shown in his fair Elven face, just as Legolas' worry was shown in his figure.
"I give thee thanks, and say that whatsoever thou thinkest at my request, you have given thy promise.
"Coranuil, our loyal servant and dear friend, has a daughter, Luinëkrisien, fair beyond all the maids of our Realm. A fatal wound has reached through her skin and pierced through to her fragile core.
"The weapon that cut her was a Morgul blade, found on a field left from the loathsome War of the Ring. I do not know who it was that gave her this wound, but it does not seem to be of great import at this time. Her health fails and, if we do not seek further remedy, she will surely die, or, even more severe and vile, become a Wraith, and terrible powers may be once again stirred up in Middle Earth.
"It is greatly important that we find one who has skill far beyond that which I hold. But I do know that the herb athelas will be of great assistance, and will slow the increase in her sickness.
"Will you help me in the healing and finding of further aid?"
"I will, and I will help in whatever need arises."
"Thank you, my lord. There is one more thing that I must ask of thee. The sister-son of Gimli, the stout dwarf Kwikli, and his company have sought for their comrade and our Realm for a tiresome time, and seek rest, and would also like to see the face of their dear friend. I would ask that while I am seeking aid, thou wilt show them compassion and generosity. Please attend to this final request, and I will make certain that no harm is done to our kingdom."
Presently, after a great deal of deep pondering, Thranduil responded to his son's request. "I will grant this wish that you have, my son, and Gimli, one who is thy dear friend and did much in the destroying of the abhorred Ring, and in the deliverance of our beloved Middle Earth, may see the faces of his friends and relations who he has not spoken with for a great deal of time. Yet you must make sure that you keep your part of this agreement, and I will continue to show these men compassion, as has been your request."
"I give thee great thanks, and in this hour of need, bid you farewell. I must say goodnight till it be morrow, or until I find the aid that I seek."
Legolas and Kwikli both hastily reached the spot where they were to convene and report. Kwikli was overjoyed at the tidings the Elf brought, and Legolas led the way to the palace chambers where they would be resting for their stay. After a delightful reunion between the dwarves, Legolas hurried away to seek for someone to come to Luinëkrisien's aid.
Legolas rushed along the pathway to the stables, contemplating the events of the day. He wondered who might have the power to heal the fair daughter of Coranuil, for the only one skilled by his knowledge was the lord and master of Rivendell, Elrond Halfelven. Yet as he pondered, the sun sinking lower toward its resting place, his thoughts wandered to the one in need: Luinëkrisien. He thought of the long tresses of her pale golden hair, how fragile she was in this time of need, and the look of mystery and sorrow in her glinting bluish-green eyes.
His thoughts wandered deeper into hopes of getting to know this commoner, this servant girl. As he rode quickly away from his forest home, his one thought was to save her from this despair in which she was dwelling, hoping that he might find one with a cure for her distress.
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"I will return as quickly as possible," Legolas told Coranuil. "I must inform His Majesty of the problems and difficulties that have risen in this dreadful-and joyous-day. I will send for the needed help to heal your daughter, and swiftly return. Do not fear."
With one last look at Luinëkrisien, Legolas turned and whistled. A great white horse, with no saddle or reins to burden it, galloped toward the two Elves, stopping suddenly in front of his master. Legolas sprung onto the majestic beast and bid Coranuil farewell. He let out a cry, and the horse strode quickly toward the palace.
King Thranduil sat regally on his throne, contemplating the events of the days and many things otherwise. Just as he was beginning to wonder where his clever and mischievous, as elves can often be, son had been that day, Legolas rushed into the room, a hurried walk in his legs and a worried look in his eyes.
"Legolas, my son! What troubles you?"
"Father, I must request for thy aid and patience." Legolas bowed toward his father as he spoke. "Will you grant my request, when it shall be given to you?"
"I will gladly help you, whatsoever you shall need," Thranduil's befuddlement was shown in his fair Elven face, just as Legolas' worry was shown in his figure.
"I give thee thanks, and say that whatsoever thou thinkest at my request, you have given thy promise.
"Coranuil, our loyal servant and dear friend, has a daughter, Luinëkrisien, fair beyond all the maids of our Realm. A fatal wound has reached through her skin and pierced through to her fragile core.
"The weapon that cut her was a Morgul blade, found on a field left from the loathsome War of the Ring. I do not know who it was that gave her this wound, but it does not seem to be of great import at this time. Her health fails and, if we do not seek further remedy, she will surely die, or, even more severe and vile, become a Wraith, and terrible powers may be once again stirred up in Middle Earth.
"It is greatly important that we find one who has skill far beyond that which I hold. But I do know that the herb athelas will be of great assistance, and will slow the increase in her sickness.
"Will you help me in the healing and finding of further aid?"
"I will, and I will help in whatever need arises."
"Thank you, my lord. There is one more thing that I must ask of thee. The sister-son of Gimli, the stout dwarf Kwikli, and his company have sought for their comrade and our Realm for a tiresome time, and seek rest, and would also like to see the face of their dear friend. I would ask that while I am seeking aid, thou wilt show them compassion and generosity. Please attend to this final request, and I will make certain that no harm is done to our kingdom."
Presently, after a great deal of deep pondering, Thranduil responded to his son's request. "I will grant this wish that you have, my son, and Gimli, one who is thy dear friend and did much in the destroying of the abhorred Ring, and in the deliverance of our beloved Middle Earth, may see the faces of his friends and relations who he has not spoken with for a great deal of time. Yet you must make sure that you keep your part of this agreement, and I will continue to show these men compassion, as has been your request."
"I give thee great thanks, and in this hour of need, bid you farewell. I must say goodnight till it be morrow, or until I find the aid that I seek."
Legolas and Kwikli both hastily reached the spot where they were to convene and report. Kwikli was overjoyed at the tidings the Elf brought, and Legolas led the way to the palace chambers where they would be resting for their stay. After a delightful reunion between the dwarves, Legolas hurried away to seek for someone to come to Luinëkrisien's aid.
Legolas rushed along the pathway to the stables, contemplating the events of the day. He wondered who might have the power to heal the fair daughter of Coranuil, for the only one skilled by his knowledge was the lord and master of Rivendell, Elrond Halfelven. Yet as he pondered, the sun sinking lower toward its resting place, his thoughts wandered to the one in need: Luinëkrisien. He thought of the long tresses of her pale golden hair, how fragile she was in this time of need, and the look of mystery and sorrow in her glinting bluish-green eyes.
His thoughts wandered deeper into hopes of getting to know this commoner, this servant girl. As he rode quickly away from his forest home, his one thought was to save her from this despair in which she was dwelling, hoping that he might find one with a cure for her distress.