~ One Week Later ~
A woman with clear skin wearing regal white robes spoke softly, the pain showing clearly through her eyes. She said,
"Lim ned naug, hebin he laug.
Heben he pant a band o um.
Heben le gasdil na le ind.
Echedi le angol carha nad."
And then the woman turned, paused, and looked back. Her voice floated out like a melody. "Im meleth le nîn sell. Nîn Celsius."
Elsa quickly sat straight up in her bed. She sat there rigid as she pressed her hand against her forehead. Her lids slid over her eyes as she struggled to remember the words the woman had spoken. Im meleth le… "Im meleth le nîn sell," Elsa sais quietly, still concentrating. "Nîn Celsius."
The golden sunshine held a tint of orange still present from its recent rising. It shown through the window onto the wall.
Elsa pushed back her covers and slipped out of her bed. She reached for the first dress she saw, whirled it around herself, and then wrapped a belt around her waist tying a knot firmly. She then reached for her brush to fix her hair, all the while repeating the Elvish words.
She recognized a couple from her vocabulary. She could nearly speak Elvish fluently. She only wished she could speak it freely.
Elsa's excitement grew as she finished her hair. She snatched her Elvish dictionary from under her bed and raced from her room.
Still repeating the phrase, Elsa hurried to the willow tree and sat down. She began looking up words. Im meleth le nîn sell…
Elsa's heart beat faster with excitement. She had been waiting to have this dream again so she could figure out what the woman was saying.
Legolas had been the one to suggest that it might be clue to her parentage.
" 'I love thee…' " Elsa siad quietly as she scrambled for the next word.
"What?"
Elsa's head snapped up to find Legolas, his handsome face twisted into a look of confusion. Elsa sighed with relief.
"I had that dream last night, Legolas. That one I told you about - with the woman speaking Elvish. I only caught the last part."
"What did she say?" Legolas asked as he lowered himself down next to her, trying not to be distracted by his attraction toward her.
"She said, 'Im meleth le nîn sell,' " Elsa repeated, " 'Nîn Celsius.' Just a couple more words and-"
"Are you sure that's what she said?"
Elsa looked up. "Yes. Why?"
"She said, 'I love you, my child.' "
Elsa sprang to her feet. "She must be my mother. She must! Oh, Legolas, my parents were Elvish after all! Do you know what this means? I belong somewhere! I have a family! Im meleth le nîn sell!" Elsa twirled around and laughed happily.
"So, you are not Elsa."
"What?" Elsa stopped her dance and looked at Legolas. "What?"
"The woman called you by a different name."
"She did not! She said-" Elsa stopped abruptly. "Nîn Celsius. What does Celsius mean, Legolas?"
Legolas looked down, and then back up at Elsa. "Celsius is not an Elvish word. It is a mortal word. I believe that the woman only spoke Elvish, but your name is Celsius."
"So you think the woman is mortal?"
"I do not know," Legolas confessed. "All I can gather is that your name might be Celsius."
"What a dreadfully old name! How could I have a name as old as that?"
"I don't know. Perhaps the woman was Elven after all, in which case who knows how old she may be. Did you see her clearly?"
"No. Well, yes, but- her ears were covered with a hood. I do not know if she was mortal or Elven."
"Then put her out of your head. She'll not help us at all."
"But, Legolas, if she is my moth-"
"If we do not know her name, if she's even an elf, and how she got the word Celsius, then it won't do us any good in helping us find out who you are."
Elsa lowered her head.
Legolas sighed and gently raised Elsa's face with his hand. *I promise to look after you. But you must keep focus.*
Elsa's heart pounded in her chest. *Yes. I'm sorry.*
A hint of a smile showed on Legolas face as he leaned in toward the Elven maiden. Elsa's eyes slid shut just as their lips were about to touch.
"I knew it!"
The couple whirled around, shocked, to find Falien with four guards.
"Arrest them both for treason!" Falien commanded.
"No!" Elsa cried as two guards took her arms forcefully.
"What are you talking about?" Legolas demanded, struggling with the other two guards.
"Teaching a mortal the way of the elves!" Falien snarled. "I will see you both dead if it's the last thing I do!"
"Legolas!" Elsa yelled. One guard twisted her arm up behind her back. Elsa cried out in pain.
"Stop it!" Legolas commanded, his eyes wild. "Don't touch her! I will go to Arwen about this!" he finally threatened.
Falien laughed. "Why, the Lady Arwen is exactly where we plan to go as well."
Please keep reviewing and thanx to all of u who have reviewed. I promise, this story is going to get better and there's also going to be more action. I apologize for the beginning being so boring. But u just wait.