*~*The Wind Child*~*
Without a Friend
The murky waters that had previously been swollen and fierce had subsided a few hours ago revealing the few remains of the happenings of the day before. The small ford had resumed its usual cheery bubbling and it carried on like nothing had happened yesterday. It was as if it was guilty; pretending it hadn't been alive in a sudden rush or furious passionate waters rising up upon the foes that swirled in its torrents.
The day was cool and breezy, and the sky was slightly grey and crowded with small puffy clouds. The trees nearby were calm and superior; it was like they were also pretending that they had not witnessed what had gone on only feet away from them the day before.
It was late morning, when the autumn sun rose fully and cast its rays upon the river and the unconscious person that lay in it. As she swam back up into the present and fluttered her eyelids open she shivered in the damp clothes she wore. She was feverish and slightly delirious so she muttered strange things to herself,
"Emizel, my love, here is a carrot… No you cant have it yet…not until you've eaten your breakfast."
She was dazed as she tried to get up and failed. She felt a sudden rush of pain in her legs and doubled over before she fell back down into the water, hitting her head on a rock and causing blood to fall out from a gash that had not yet healed. She felt too exposed and tried to move by crawling, but she found it very painful so she could only manage a few paces at a time and then she had to stop. Cursing in various languages she inhaled deeply and collapsed in exhaustion at the banks of the river.
*
Some time later Narisunell could hear faint laughter in the trees some way away.
"Arwen, lets go for a paddle in the ford; I haven't seen it in years."
"No Legolas, its to cold, and anyway I'm hungry lets go and have breakfast."
*** Yuck elves! Arwen seems happy though… she's so bitter…Frodo's probably dead and she wants to go paddling! ***
"Well I say we go anyway," said Arwens companion.
Then the two elves came into Narisunell's view, laughing and talking excitedly to each other. Narisunell was disgusted,
*** Freaks…how can they be happy on a day like this…stupid elves. ***
Narisunell thought they were both beautiful, but then she thought to herself 'all eves are'. Arwen, as ever, had her long, dark brown hair blowing in the light wind and her dark blue eyes shone with amusement and happiness. The other elf also had blue eyes, but his were lighter and colder. His hair was fair and long but his face was almost unreadable.
Then the strange elf picked Arwen up and chucked her in a deep area of the ford. Narisunell actually laughed at this but then she stopped herself, because she didn't want to be noticed.
Arwen was mocking the elf and pretending to be angry with fake tears. The other elf grew concerned and offered his hand to Arwen who took it, but then she got up suddenly and tipped the unsuspecting male into the river.
"Ha, serves you right." Arwen exclaimed
"Oh, I'm soaked now, and I have to go and meet my father."
"Well you did the same to me."
"I'm so sorry my lady." Mocked the elf and he pulled her into the river again. They both rolled about laughing and splashing each other as if they were only 100 years old. After a while the stopped and began to get up, still giggling and splashing each other. They then made their way over to a large rock in the centre of the water and began rinsing off their hair whilst talking.
"So, you are betrothed," said the blond elf in a half serious tone, " may I be so bold as to ask…who is the lucky elf."
"Legolas, you are like a brother to me and although father told me not to tell anyone it wouldn't hurt for me to tell you. I am to be marring Aragorn!"
"A…Aragorn…Strider, but that means… oh Arwen no!"
"But I am in love with him, and anyway I thought you'd be pleased…"
"I am…its just…oh Arwen I'll miss you"
"And I you, Legolas… but I will not go yet, if being a mortal means I live less then at least I am to be living my life with my one true love…"
Narisunell gasped.
***Arwen is becoming mortal; because she has found love… she isn't as shallow as I thought. ***
Then Narisunell realised what she had done and tried to hide but it was to late; they had seen her.
When the pair looked at her all they saw was a black figure, which they thought to be a ringwraith.
"Oh, I thought they all got washed away." Arwen said fearfully, "Shoot it with your bow Legolas, quickly before it tries anything."
Then the elf strung his bow and made ready to shoot. Narisunell was horrified and she tried to scream but nothing came out. She was going to die! The arrow came whizzing towards her extremely quickly, but she just managed to duck so it missed her heart. Instead it hit her in the shoulder and buried itself deep in her flesh. She screamed in pain and anger, and her eyes filled with sorrow and hate as the two people she despised most at the moment, except herself, came towards her.
"A women!" Legolas exclaimed as Arwen drew back Narisunell's hood.
"Nari?" said Arwen weakly.
