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Author's note ~ It has come to my attention that several of my readers want Eriel and Legolas to hook up. I want to take a poll on this, so when you review, please tell me what you want. Should they get together, or shouldn't they? Please tell me!
Also, I have finally decided that I will continue this story through all three books. :) :) Thanks for letting me know what you think. :) :) :) Enjoy this chapter!
Arwen
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"And the Fellowship of the Ring Shall Be Ten"
Chapter XI ~ "Awakening"
Aragorn's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing at Pippin's words. Fear flashed over his face for a split second. "Frodo, give me your sword," he ordered, glancing at the hobbit. Frodo nodded, pulling Sting out of its sheath and handing it to Aragorn.
Aragorn took the sword and held it over Teneriel's lips. When no mist appeared on the blade, the Dunadan dropped the sword and groaned. "One of us will have to breathe for her," he sighed, watching the group.
Pippin raised his hand quickly. "I'll do it, I volunteer." He dropped Teneriel's hand and was about to place his mouth over hers when she coughed weakly, startling everyone. Pippin jumped back, his eyes wide. "Is she still breathing?"
Aragorn grinned quickly, laying a hand on her forehead. "Yes. She is fighting death, Pip. And she is fighting hard." He turned to the fire, ignoring the relief that was threatening to overtake him. Now was not the time, she could stop breathing again at any moment. "Where is Legolas?" he hissed, knowing that he couldn't do anything until the Elf returned with the atasphel.
Almost as though he had heard Aragorn's thought, Legolas ran in. "Atasphel, Hìr," he said, breathing more heavily than normal. The search for the atasphel had taken longer than he would have thought, and he had to run back to the flet as quickly as he could. Had anyone been watching him during his return, then all they would have seen was a bright blur.
Aragorn snatched the plant from Legolas and dropped it into the boiling water. Instantly, clouds of steam began rolling out of the pot, carrying with it a feeling that seemed to lift everything unclean from the room and those in it. Aragorn dropped a cloth into the pot and allowed it to become thoroughly soaked before taking it out again. He took a deep breath and pressed it over the wounds on Teneriel's shoulder.
Although she was still unconscious, Teneriel's face contracted with intense pain and she whimpered. Aragorn could see her grit her teeth against the agony the atasphel caused, and he gently pressed a hand over hers.
Legolas glanced at Aragorn and raised an eyebrow. "If she were awake, what would the atasphel do to her?"
"The pain would undoubtedly kill her," Aragorn returned sharply.
The Elf blinked and looked back at Teneriel. The pain lines on her face were slowly receding and she was relaxing, albeit only slightly. Movement at his side made Legolas turn and smile. Pippin hung back, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He looked almost too afraid to come any closer. Legolas carefully caught the hobbit's arm and pulled him over to the bedside.
Pippin looked up at Legolas, his eyes widening. "Will she be all right?" he asked quietly, fighting back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
Aragorn gently pulled the cloth away from her arm and smiled. It was drenched with black poison. "I think so, Pip. I think so." But just to make sure, Aragorn slid his small dagger out of its ankle sheath and pressed the blade into her side. The blood that ran out onto the metal was red, without any trace of black.
"Good," Boromir said, coming up from behind them all. "The poison has left her system."
Tears slid down Pippin's face, he was unable to hold it in anymore. He sank onto the nearest thing, which just happened to be Legolas' knee.
The Elf bit back yet another smile and looked at Aragorn. The Dunadan looked exhausted, but there was a sense of satisfaction about him.
Aragorn felt the keen eyes upon him and he sighed, finally feeling the weariness of the last few days creeping up on him. "Please, tell me when she awakes," he said softly. "I will be resting."
Legolas nodded and watched the tall man leave. Pippin was nodding, his head resting against Legolas' shoulder. He sighed, standing and lifting the sleeping hobbit with him. "Boromir, I would greatly appreciate it if you would take Pippin to his flet. He seems exhausted."
Boromir smiled and took Pippin, his eyes flickering over the other three hobbits. "I think that goes for you three, as well," he said, turning to them. "I would not want Pippin to wake up in a strange place alone." Boromir turned back to Legolas. "And I think that you could also use some rest."
"Yes, you are right. I will ask Haldir to stay with Teneriel."
~~~~~~~
A few hours later, Haldir was pulled out of his book by a soft groan. "Eriel?" he whispered, leaning closer to her. "Are you awake?"
"Yes, though I truly wish that I was not," she moaned, blinking her eyes slowly in the dim light. "Am I in Lothlorien?"
"You are," he said. "I was able to get you here in time, and Aragorn healed you. How do you feel?"
"Alive, which I find truly amazing," Teneriel said with a weak smile. "How long has it been since you found me at the Nimrodel?"
Haldir laughed, sitting back in his chair once again. "Over a day. By the time I brought you here, you were already unconscious." Setting his book on the floor, Haldir rose from the chair. "Legolas asked me to alert him when you awoke. Is there anything that you need before I leave?"
She shook her head, propping herself up on her elbows. "No, I will be fine. Tell Legolas, but do not send him up. I will meet them when I am ready." Teneriel held out her hand, and Haldir took it with a smile. "Thank you, my friend. But I would appreciate it if you would tell me where Aragorn is. I wish to speak with him."
"I know not where he is at the moment, but I think that he is resting on a higher flet," Haldir answered, kissing her hand quickly. "May your healing be swift, nìn hìril."
Teneriel waited a few minutes to collect her strength, then she unsteadily rose to her feet. This time, the world stayed in one place as she gained her balance, instead of swirling around before her eyes. Once she was reasonably sure that she could walk and stand with only minimal difficulty, Teneriel pulled off her soiled and ripped clothes and donned a long, white dress that had been laying on the bed. The effort of pulling on the dress nearly made her scream as the muscles in her arms and shoulders stretched painfully. Teneriel walked slowly over to a small mirror and scowled at her reflection. Her hair was tangled and dirty, and her face was smeared with dust.
"I have looked better," she sighed. "But I will remedy this."
Only an hour later, she gently ran a comb through her freshly cleaned hair, straightening out the occasional tangle. Long, blonde hair floated over her shoulders and down her back when she finished, not even bothering to put in her normal braids.
Teneriel smiled, breathing in the fresh scent that was Lothlorien. She was happy here, having lived here for some time in her younger days. But she needed to speak with Aragorn, and reminiscing about days gone past would have to wait for another time.
His flet was a simple one, only a few hundred feet above the one that she had slept in earlier. It was a room without walls, only a wooden floor below and a light roof above. His was actually quite unlike the healer's, which had four walls and a roof that kept out all light.
Aragorn was standing with his back to the stairs, staring off into oblivion. Either he did not sense her approach, or he simply did not care, for he did not move as Teneriel stepped into the flet.
"Dunadan," she whispered, making no noise as she walked up behind him.
"You are awake," he said, though he did not turn to her. "Good, I am glad that you are recovering."
Teneriel raised an eyebrow. "Yes, and I would not be if you had not tended to me. What is troubling you, brother?"
Aragorn did turn then, and his blue eyes were flaming. "What is troubling me is that I was forced to consider what I would tell your family upon my return to Imladris. I was ruing the day of my return! I wanted to go back, to find you, but I could not. Legolas held me back."
Teneriel laid a hand on his shoulder, holding his eyes with hers. "And I would not have had you return for me, Aragorn. And yet, everything is all right. I am alive, Aragorn."
He watched her for a moment, then pulled her into a big hug. Teneriel smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"How do you feel, little sister?" Aragorn asked, stepping away slightly.
"I am all right," she said. "By the time we leave Lothlorien, I will be fully healed."
"But until then, you will rest. Am I correct?"
"I will not rest for our entire stay, Aragorn, but I will rest now," she conceded, seeing that if she said anything else he would pick her up and make her rest.
Aragorn nodded and motioned her toward a pile of light Elven blankets. "Sleep there. You will not be bothered, I will see to that."
The last thing that Teneriel saw before she drifted off to sleep was Aragorn standing guard at the stairs. A faint smile passed across her lips before she passed into the land of dreams.
Hìr ~ Lord
nìn hìril ~ my lady
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please tell me what you think I should do about Legolas and Teneriel!!!!!!!! Also, in the next two chapters, some major questions will be answered about Teneriel, so stay tuned!!! :) :) :)
Thanks in advance for the reviews!
Arwen
Author's note ~ It has come to my attention that several of my readers want Eriel and Legolas to hook up. I want to take a poll on this, so when you review, please tell me what you want. Should they get together, or shouldn't they? Please tell me!
Also, I have finally decided that I will continue this story through all three books. :) :) Thanks for letting me know what you think. :) :) :) Enjoy this chapter!
Arwen
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"And the Fellowship of the Ring Shall Be Ten"
Chapter XI ~ "Awakening"
Aragorn's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing at Pippin's words. Fear flashed over his face for a split second. "Frodo, give me your sword," he ordered, glancing at the hobbit. Frodo nodded, pulling Sting out of its sheath and handing it to Aragorn.
Aragorn took the sword and held it over Teneriel's lips. When no mist appeared on the blade, the Dunadan dropped the sword and groaned. "One of us will have to breathe for her," he sighed, watching the group.
Pippin raised his hand quickly. "I'll do it, I volunteer." He dropped Teneriel's hand and was about to place his mouth over hers when she coughed weakly, startling everyone. Pippin jumped back, his eyes wide. "Is she still breathing?"
Aragorn grinned quickly, laying a hand on her forehead. "Yes. She is fighting death, Pip. And she is fighting hard." He turned to the fire, ignoring the relief that was threatening to overtake him. Now was not the time, she could stop breathing again at any moment. "Where is Legolas?" he hissed, knowing that he couldn't do anything until the Elf returned with the atasphel.
Almost as though he had heard Aragorn's thought, Legolas ran in. "Atasphel, Hìr," he said, breathing more heavily than normal. The search for the atasphel had taken longer than he would have thought, and he had to run back to the flet as quickly as he could. Had anyone been watching him during his return, then all they would have seen was a bright blur.
Aragorn snatched the plant from Legolas and dropped it into the boiling water. Instantly, clouds of steam began rolling out of the pot, carrying with it a feeling that seemed to lift everything unclean from the room and those in it. Aragorn dropped a cloth into the pot and allowed it to become thoroughly soaked before taking it out again. He took a deep breath and pressed it over the wounds on Teneriel's shoulder.
Although she was still unconscious, Teneriel's face contracted with intense pain and she whimpered. Aragorn could see her grit her teeth against the agony the atasphel caused, and he gently pressed a hand over hers.
Legolas glanced at Aragorn and raised an eyebrow. "If she were awake, what would the atasphel do to her?"
"The pain would undoubtedly kill her," Aragorn returned sharply.
The Elf blinked and looked back at Teneriel. The pain lines on her face were slowly receding and she was relaxing, albeit only slightly. Movement at his side made Legolas turn and smile. Pippin hung back, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He looked almost too afraid to come any closer. Legolas carefully caught the hobbit's arm and pulled him over to the bedside.
Pippin looked up at Legolas, his eyes widening. "Will she be all right?" he asked quietly, fighting back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
Aragorn gently pulled the cloth away from her arm and smiled. It was drenched with black poison. "I think so, Pip. I think so." But just to make sure, Aragorn slid his small dagger out of its ankle sheath and pressed the blade into her side. The blood that ran out onto the metal was red, without any trace of black.
"Good," Boromir said, coming up from behind them all. "The poison has left her system."
Tears slid down Pippin's face, he was unable to hold it in anymore. He sank onto the nearest thing, which just happened to be Legolas' knee.
The Elf bit back yet another smile and looked at Aragorn. The Dunadan looked exhausted, but there was a sense of satisfaction about him.
Aragorn felt the keen eyes upon him and he sighed, finally feeling the weariness of the last few days creeping up on him. "Please, tell me when she awakes," he said softly. "I will be resting."
Legolas nodded and watched the tall man leave. Pippin was nodding, his head resting against Legolas' shoulder. He sighed, standing and lifting the sleeping hobbit with him. "Boromir, I would greatly appreciate it if you would take Pippin to his flet. He seems exhausted."
Boromir smiled and took Pippin, his eyes flickering over the other three hobbits. "I think that goes for you three, as well," he said, turning to them. "I would not want Pippin to wake up in a strange place alone." Boromir turned back to Legolas. "And I think that you could also use some rest."
"Yes, you are right. I will ask Haldir to stay with Teneriel."
~~~~~~~
A few hours later, Haldir was pulled out of his book by a soft groan. "Eriel?" he whispered, leaning closer to her. "Are you awake?"
"Yes, though I truly wish that I was not," she moaned, blinking her eyes slowly in the dim light. "Am I in Lothlorien?"
"You are," he said. "I was able to get you here in time, and Aragorn healed you. How do you feel?"
"Alive, which I find truly amazing," Teneriel said with a weak smile. "How long has it been since you found me at the Nimrodel?"
Haldir laughed, sitting back in his chair once again. "Over a day. By the time I brought you here, you were already unconscious." Setting his book on the floor, Haldir rose from the chair. "Legolas asked me to alert him when you awoke. Is there anything that you need before I leave?"
She shook her head, propping herself up on her elbows. "No, I will be fine. Tell Legolas, but do not send him up. I will meet them when I am ready." Teneriel held out her hand, and Haldir took it with a smile. "Thank you, my friend. But I would appreciate it if you would tell me where Aragorn is. I wish to speak with him."
"I know not where he is at the moment, but I think that he is resting on a higher flet," Haldir answered, kissing her hand quickly. "May your healing be swift, nìn hìril."
Teneriel waited a few minutes to collect her strength, then she unsteadily rose to her feet. This time, the world stayed in one place as she gained her balance, instead of swirling around before her eyes. Once she was reasonably sure that she could walk and stand with only minimal difficulty, Teneriel pulled off her soiled and ripped clothes and donned a long, white dress that had been laying on the bed. The effort of pulling on the dress nearly made her scream as the muscles in her arms and shoulders stretched painfully. Teneriel walked slowly over to a small mirror and scowled at her reflection. Her hair was tangled and dirty, and her face was smeared with dust.
"I have looked better," she sighed. "But I will remedy this."
Only an hour later, she gently ran a comb through her freshly cleaned hair, straightening out the occasional tangle. Long, blonde hair floated over her shoulders and down her back when she finished, not even bothering to put in her normal braids.
Teneriel smiled, breathing in the fresh scent that was Lothlorien. She was happy here, having lived here for some time in her younger days. But she needed to speak with Aragorn, and reminiscing about days gone past would have to wait for another time.
His flet was a simple one, only a few hundred feet above the one that she had slept in earlier. It was a room without walls, only a wooden floor below and a light roof above. His was actually quite unlike the healer's, which had four walls and a roof that kept out all light.
Aragorn was standing with his back to the stairs, staring off into oblivion. Either he did not sense her approach, or he simply did not care, for he did not move as Teneriel stepped into the flet.
"Dunadan," she whispered, making no noise as she walked up behind him.
"You are awake," he said, though he did not turn to her. "Good, I am glad that you are recovering."
Teneriel raised an eyebrow. "Yes, and I would not be if you had not tended to me. What is troubling you, brother?"
Aragorn did turn then, and his blue eyes were flaming. "What is troubling me is that I was forced to consider what I would tell your family upon my return to Imladris. I was ruing the day of my return! I wanted to go back, to find you, but I could not. Legolas held me back."
Teneriel laid a hand on his shoulder, holding his eyes with hers. "And I would not have had you return for me, Aragorn. And yet, everything is all right. I am alive, Aragorn."
He watched her for a moment, then pulled her into a big hug. Teneriel smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"How do you feel, little sister?" Aragorn asked, stepping away slightly.
"I am all right," she said. "By the time we leave Lothlorien, I will be fully healed."
"But until then, you will rest. Am I correct?"
"I will not rest for our entire stay, Aragorn, but I will rest now," she conceded, seeing that if she said anything else he would pick her up and make her rest.
Aragorn nodded and motioned her toward a pile of light Elven blankets. "Sleep there. You will not be bothered, I will see to that."
The last thing that Teneriel saw before she drifted off to sleep was Aragorn standing guard at the stairs. A faint smile passed across her lips before she passed into the land of dreams.
Hìr ~ Lord
nìn hìril ~ my lady
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please tell me what you think I should do about Legolas and Teneriel!!!!!!!! Also, in the next two chapters, some major questions will be answered about Teneriel, so stay tuned!!! :) :) :)
Thanks in advance for the reviews!
Arwen