~*~Rana~*~
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Chapter Five
Legolas sat next to the strange elf-maid's bed, watching her as she slept. Ugly purple bruises covered her torso, and they were all clearly hoof shaped. Her arms were bruised and bloody from being struck while protecting her head. A large gash ripped through her left side and he was sure at least a few of her ribs were broken. Now she lay motionless on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow. She had the dark hair of the house of Elrond. It was a deep brown with very slight reddish highlights from the sun.
As he watched her she frowned in her sleep and seemed to strain to see something. A soft whimper of fear escaped her lips. She shuddered and called out, "Elbereth, Gilthoniel!"
He leaned over her, "Little elleth, wake up!" Her eyes fluttered open and Legolas was shocked to see that they were a pale green. A bright light of the same color seemed to shine forth from them, but when she blinked a few times, it was gone.
"So you are finally awake little elleth, are you feeling all right?" He tried not to sound anxious.
"As well as I can feel after being trampled." She said sarcastically before wincing at the pain.
"Is the wound from the Úlairi bothering you?"
"It's very cold," she gasped. He pressed his hand gently to her side. It was freezing cold, but warmed slightly with his touch. "Thank you. You saved my life."
"Legolas," he finished for her. She said nothing more. "Well, are you going to tell me your name, or shall I just call you Ben-esse?"
"No, you can call me Rána." She replied quietly.
"Well Rána, you should rest, that wound may be difficult to heal." She nodded and he left her room, pondering the strange light he had seen gleaming in her eyes for those few moments.
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Calenmir let out the cry of pain she had been holding in as soon as the door closed. Her arms burned and her left side felt as if it had been skewered. As soon as Legolas had removed his hand, the cold had crept back in. She slowly pulled back the blankets and stared at the hoof-shaped marks that marred her skin. Dropping the blankets, she let her head fall back to the pillow. What on arda was the meaning of that dream? And that strange light? The feeling that she should know, that she was missing something obvious pounded in her head. She fell asleep mulling over the nightmare she had had.
Calenmir again found herself in total darkness. It was so black it seemed alive, writhing around her with a deep malice. She could tell she was outside, though it was hot and the breeze she felt was foul and muggy. The smell of dead rotting trees and vegetation choked her. Something struck her, sharp claws tore into her back and she fell to the ground. It was wet and sticky, and slightly warm. A flood of the strange substance rose about her kneeling form.
"Blood," she gasped, "It's blood! Oh Elbereth!" She struggled to stand in the thick rising pool. Still it rose, higher and higher until it was covering her shoulders, and even then it did not stop. Calenmir had to swim in the ever deepening blood until her strength gave out and she began to sink. There was no sense of direction, up or down, left or right, under the surface. Her hands stretched out above her head desperately until she hit something solid. A hand! It grasped her own and pulled her up. The hand was Legolas's and he sat calmly in a boat, his whole body glowing with that strange golden-brown light. Wherever the light illuminated the flood, it was no longer blood, but pure water. She fell asleep laying across his lap.
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Legolas wandered back past Rána's room. He heard movement inside and when he opened the door, she was thrashing wildly about on the bed. Her brow was soaked in sweat and tears flowed down her cheeks as she cried, "Blood, it's blood! Oh Elbereth!" He took her hand in his own and immediately she stilled and quieted. When she was totally calm he straightened the blankets and settled down in the chair next to the bed to watch over her.
It's a new chapter! Please review if you read this, I am review starved and if I don't get any, I just might die of grief before sailing to Valinor. OOPS, did I type that? Where oh where is that delete key when you need it.
Chapter Five
Legolas sat next to the strange elf-maid's bed, watching her as she slept. Ugly purple bruises covered her torso, and they were all clearly hoof shaped. Her arms were bruised and bloody from being struck while protecting her head. A large gash ripped through her left side and he was sure at least a few of her ribs were broken. Now she lay motionless on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow. She had the dark hair of the house of Elrond. It was a deep brown with very slight reddish highlights from the sun.
As he watched her she frowned in her sleep and seemed to strain to see something. A soft whimper of fear escaped her lips. She shuddered and called out, "Elbereth, Gilthoniel!"
He leaned over her, "Little elleth, wake up!" Her eyes fluttered open and Legolas was shocked to see that they were a pale green. A bright light of the same color seemed to shine forth from them, but when she blinked a few times, it was gone.
"So you are finally awake little elleth, are you feeling all right?" He tried not to sound anxious.
"As well as I can feel after being trampled." She said sarcastically before wincing at the pain.
"Is the wound from the Úlairi bothering you?"
"It's very cold," she gasped. He pressed his hand gently to her side. It was freezing cold, but warmed slightly with his touch. "Thank you. You saved my life."
"Legolas," he finished for her. She said nothing more. "Well, are you going to tell me your name, or shall I just call you Ben-esse?"
"No, you can call me Rána." She replied quietly.
"Well Rána, you should rest, that wound may be difficult to heal." She nodded and he left her room, pondering the strange light he had seen gleaming in her eyes for those few moments.
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Calenmir let out the cry of pain she had been holding in as soon as the door closed. Her arms burned and her left side felt as if it had been skewered. As soon as Legolas had removed his hand, the cold had crept back in. She slowly pulled back the blankets and stared at the hoof-shaped marks that marred her skin. Dropping the blankets, she let her head fall back to the pillow. What on arda was the meaning of that dream? And that strange light? The feeling that she should know, that she was missing something obvious pounded in her head. She fell asleep mulling over the nightmare she had had.
Calenmir again found herself in total darkness. It was so black it seemed alive, writhing around her with a deep malice. She could tell she was outside, though it was hot and the breeze she felt was foul and muggy. The smell of dead rotting trees and vegetation choked her. Something struck her, sharp claws tore into her back and she fell to the ground. It was wet and sticky, and slightly warm. A flood of the strange substance rose about her kneeling form.
"Blood," she gasped, "It's blood! Oh Elbereth!" She struggled to stand in the thick rising pool. Still it rose, higher and higher until it was covering her shoulders, and even then it did not stop. Calenmir had to swim in the ever deepening blood until her strength gave out and she began to sink. There was no sense of direction, up or down, left or right, under the surface. Her hands stretched out above her head desperately until she hit something solid. A hand! It grasped her own and pulled her up. The hand was Legolas's and he sat calmly in a boat, his whole body glowing with that strange golden-brown light. Wherever the light illuminated the flood, it was no longer blood, but pure water. She fell asleep laying across his lap.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas wandered back past Rána's room. He heard movement inside and when he opened the door, she was thrashing wildly about on the bed. Her brow was soaked in sweat and tears flowed down her cheeks as she cried, "Blood, it's blood! Oh Elbereth!" He took her hand in his own and immediately she stilled and quieted. When she was totally calm he straightened the blankets and settled down in the chair next to the bed to watch over her.