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Anyway, I totally love writing this story and just couldn't keep myself from writing more…so, here's the next bit…I hope you like it…
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*~*The Wind Child*~*
Finding a Friend
Narisunell awoke in a strange state and she soon became distressed when she realised she didn't know where she was. She was in a strange room; it was beautiful and spacious with a small breeze and sunlight passing through the large, open window. The room was so different to any she had been in before, it was so light and big; everything in it was grand. She loved everything inside it; the candles that sat upon the fireplace, glittering even though they were not alight, and she loved the bed. It was large and white like the rest of the room, but there were intricate carvings that marked the wood and the canopy above her head was embroidered with silver thread; curling itself round in delicate silver flowers.
Narisunell blinked and cried out when she heard beautiful voices raised in song. So calm and musical they were, singing of happy times long ago when there were no troubles and beasts, men, elves and dwarves roamed the earth in peace. They spoke of many things; some that Narisunell couldn't understand. They spoke of the rings… nine for mortal men, seven for the dwarf lords and three for the tall, elf kings. Then they sang of the one, and this caught Narisunell's attention, she could not learn much of it because she knew they were to wise to sing of great secrets so exposed but the song was interesting and sad.
"Elves" she said disgustedly
Narisunell began to relax a few minutes afterwards; although she didn't like elves, she couldn't pretend she didn't admire them. Their voices were so soothing
*** How could I not admire them? They are so beautiful and perfect. Everything about them is angelic…their voices…eyes shining…and yet I still hate them…they have taken away everything: my family, friends? They've even taken away the evil life I had in Mordor…yes I hated it, but it was my life, my profession and it seems they just want me to fail…***
Her confused thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Narisunell had no idea who would be visiting her here, (wherever here was), but she groggily said, "come in," in a small feeble voice.
It was a small girl that stepped timidly into the room. She had hair the colour of golden honey that tried to escape the neat pigtails that fell either side of her slightly tanned face. The pieces of hair that evaded the pigtails curled in tight ringlets over her face making her look young and childish. She smiled; a warm delicate expression appeared upon her small cherry coloured lips, and it spread to her eyes that shone and sparkled with the same emotion. They were a vibrant shade of green, light and energetic; the darted around the room and settled on Narisunell again. In human years she couldn't have been more than thirteen, but it was obvious that she was partly elven, because of the delicate tip to her ears and the light present in her eyes. She was the type of girl that you could call pretty, not beautiful, it was probably because she was so young, and so innocent. She was dressed in a simple long, flowing white dress with small, white slippers to match. She wasn't exactly thin like most elves, but you couldn't call her fat, so Narisunell settled for chubby (the thin side of chubby). She smiled again at Narisunell before speaking,
"H…Hello, my name is Bridey May…umm…they told me to come and see if you were okay… and you are…so…umm… I think I'll go," she stuttered nervously before backing away to the door.
Narisunell wanted to be left alone, but she was also curious and wanted to know where she was, "Wait…where am I?"
The girl visibly relaxed and came closer to Narisunell again, "In Rivendell madam."
"Rivendell, but this is terrible… That means I'm with…Arwen and… Elrond. Oh this is terrible…I have to go."
"But madam, you can't…your legs, are cut and bandaged your arm and wrist are broken, you cannot move."
"What! I didn't give my consent for this…you can't do this against my will…I'm leaving, and there's nothing you can do…"
Then she jumped out of bed to quickly and winced when she fell and landed on her broken arm. She then crawled to the window with Bridey May hanging on her arm telling her to stop, "Lady, you can't…your injuries are too much…stop! I beg you."
Narisunell wasn't listening and she tried to chuck herself out of the window and failed miserably because Bridey was pulling on her arm still. She was frustrated and new tears formed in her eyes. Then she grew angry and smashed her frail body into the delicate glass that was the window.
She cried out and sunk to the floor, she curled up in a heap whilst sobs racked her body once again. Blood and glass smashed into her pale body, grazing her flesh with new wounds and opening more old ones. Narisunell watched as dark crimson blood seeped through her pale white nightgown she wore.
"White…I never wear white… get it off me…now!"
Bridey looked terrified at what she had just witnessed, she thought the women before her was mad, "Y…yes my…L…lady…"
Narisunell began ripping at her clothes, trying to rid herself of the hated colour that she wore against her will. Bridey rushed out of the room and quickly came back with some stranger herbs, a few clothes and some steaming water in a large bowl. She placed the bowl down and led Narisunell, who was whimpering, to the bed to sit down. She then quickly stripped Narisunell of her torn clothing and began to remove the glass from her wounds whilst speaking soothing words in elfish. Narisunell cried and wept shamelessly as Bridey applied herbs and water to her wounds. Narisunell then lay on top of a cloth soaked wit her own blood on the bed while Bridey went to get her a new gown.
"I'm just going to get you a new gown madam, any colour you would like particularly."
"Black…get me Black…please."
"I'll see what I can find my lady"
A few minutes later, Bridey returned to find Narisunell asleep on the bed. In her hands she carried a dark blue gown and a cup of water, this time in an elegant flask.
"I'm sorry dear, they didn't have a black one," muttered Bridey to Narisunell as she helped the confused women into the gown. Narisunell was too exhausted to speak but she smiled and tried to say thank you but nothing came out of her dry lips. Bridey understood and she removed the blooded sheet from the bed, laying Narisunell down and covering her up with the thick eiderdown, then she put down the flask of water and went to sit in a chair by the window.
"Goodnight my friend," she whispered.
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Okay, a little soppy, long, boring and pointless, but I felt like Nari needed a friend and she's not exactly friendly with Arwen yet. Anyway next chapter she meets old enemies, new enemies and possibly new friends. So, tell me what you think please……………….
