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Broken Mirror
By Nezumi
Chapter One: T.A. 3021
Some soul rustled in the bushes, it was not simply an animal. It was a soul. There was nothing primal about the feel of the mind that nearly crushed the surveying Galadhrim. The only one that rivaled the unleashed power of this soul's was the lady of the wood. The surverying elf broke into a dead sprint. It smelled like orc.
"Yrch", his brother Rumil hissed, spinning and following his younger brother toward the telain. Why did he go towards the telain? True, Rumil did not have the exact sense of direction for the warning of intruders, but he was daft to head for the telain! Wouldn't it be much simpler to seek them out by probing minds rather than sitting atop a spypost and overlooking with one's eyes? It would take too much time and an orc could easily be headed to Caras Galadon before then!
"Orophin!" Rumil kicked the middle child of the three brothers. "Wake up you ujere!" Of all the elves that ever lived, Orophin was the only one that truly slept. No one knew why, but according to the elf himself it was because he thought it a pleasant experience. To both of the other brothers' disgust he tended to doze off quite often.
Orophin shot up and onto his feet. "Oh... there's an orc about?"
"It smells like orc," Rumil shrugged and kept stride behind his youngest brother. Ever since he had been called upon by Lady Galadriel that fateful day and promptly introduced to the high council of Lothlorien, neither of his brothers felt he was within reach anymore. Celeborn took it upon himself to teach the tellela "things"... and all Orophin and Rumil ever got was a stern order now and then, although it generally seemed to come from Haldir. Orophin shrugged, as was his nature, and accepted it. Rumil simply could not.
When Sauron had returned to Dol Guldur in 2460, their parents had been the first to assist any kind of resistance-- their mother was the Amandil of his father's Galadhrim Guard regiment. As the healer, she also accompanied them into battle. Consequently, the two had been killed. First his father, then his mother of grief, some elves said. Who had been left to raise his two younger brothers? Rumil. Orophin had been nearly 200 years old at the time, but his light hearted nature still needed looking after and Haldir had been very young, too nessa. He had been ten years old. Ten! He was practically an infant! Raised by his brothers, Haldir had always been the shadow and the bother. Therefore, Rumil would never think of his younger brother as an adult until he was fully married off, or something of the like. Haldir had been through one war, that certainly wasn't enough to prove himself to Rumil.
"Why are we going to the telain?" Orophin raised an eyebrow at Haldir's direction.
"That's where she is."
"She?" Orophin shrugged again. So his brother knew more than he did, he wasn't neccessarily going to worry his head off about it.
Hidden amongst the trees limbs, the telain gave watch over the river to see all of Lothlorien by an elf's eye. No one had stood post for a long while, mostly because there was no war-- it was over. But there most certainly was their long standing proof of a hawk's ever watchful eye over the land of their people and of that surrounding it.
Quickly, Haldir ascended the tree hopping the branches until he paused stringing his bow. "There's no orc up there," Orophin yawned leaning at the bass.
"Well it sure is not a pleasant smell, now; is it?" Rumil retorted tartly. "If the ever popular commander would like to go in first, I say we let him. At least we aren't that st-" He cut himself off as he pressed his hand to the red bark of the towering Redwood tree of the First Age. "... Haldir..."
But he was already gone and Rumil caught the last glimpse of his baby brother's golden inlayed quiver slipping into the spypost. So he whispered to Orophin, "There's blood on this tree but its... mingled. There is no clear tracing of it."
Orophin's light nature dimmed and he wiped a finger across the trunk of the tree. "Its either Istari, agar en'edhel, yrch, or... en'huine . I haven't felt it since they carried in mother and father."
Rumil looked up the tree, "And Haldir would not be familiar with this. He was too young, maybe its familiar but he certainly couldn't associate it with anything."
Haldir looked out the window, and was, upon Rumil's shock, uncertain of the course of action he should take, "Perhaps... you two should come up here... as quickly as you could manage."
"There's blood down here."
"Of course there is, its coming from up here," Haldir replied.
"Well what is it then? Orc? Wizard? Elf? A Demon? What?" Rumil demanded as Orophin quickly scaled the thousand some year old tree.
Haldir looked at him briefly, "Not an orc."
"Then it couldn't be a demon could it?"
"If there's such a thing as a beautiful demon."
"So its an elf?"
"Just come and take a look would you?" Haldir finally yelled, getting tired of the relentless questions that he was unable to answer. And he was quite positive Rumil was doing it just to insult him too. Rumil had a habit of doing that-- Rumil still thought of him as an infant and Haldir knew it. There were no hints to be given, his brother had made it very clear that he thought of him as incompetent to be the highest rank - Gweth Gilith Protector of Wooded Realm - and the only elf currently in that position. Orophin paid no mind, but it meant all the world to Rumil for no known reason.
Orophin reeled back from the sight and leaned back out the opening to look at Rumil. Elves rarely get sick from illness, but upon the sight of something particularly ugly or horrific they have been known to have weak stomachs. At least many of those who chose not to travel out of the Golden Wood. But Orophin was not one of those weak stomached elves... his stomach was like a stone - unalterable by the sight of so many fallen comrades or the simple fact orcs had descended from them. He was one of the elves that had never regurgitated their lembas on the first patrol. But apparently what befell his eyes had changed his mind, he was nearly as green as the leaves of the forest!
As soon as Rumil found it, he too was repulsed. A burnt body, bloody from slashes of whips and knives and ripped with orc teeth, hair singed black as charcoal from a previous color, unidentifiable at the moment, and the worst was the deep wound to the side caused by a broadsword most likely. Certainly the most grotesque fact about the wounds and burns was the fact the female was still breathing. "Well?"
"I say she's an elf."
Orophin looked back around, if only for a brief moment, "Elf."
"Half-elf," Rumil folded his arms. "I know her from somewhere but I can't put my finger on it."
The inya moaned rolling over onto her side and immediately the body shook with pain. The three most esteemed warrior brothers stood looking at her as her dark amber eyes cracked open.
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A.N. Hopefully you still like it! Our favorite other people will soon be worked in eventually... I know my elfish is not entirely consecutively correct with Tolkien's novels-- I got it off of: www.grey-company.org Its a combination of all three Elven languages.
Another note: I like all the fanfictions I do to be fairly accurate. If you find anything non consistent or completely off with my work, tell me! I'll most likely end up editing it out or around it!
A note relating to that: T.A. 2401 (a hundred year before I said the elf-girl was taken from Lothlorien) is supposed to be the date that Haldir's parents were killed, which I made up 'cuz they never mention them in the book *no da*. Technically the "Watchful Peace" after Sauron's reign was still happening until T.A. 2460. However, I decided to twist it a little because most people aren't that exact. Hopefully it doesn't bug you too much! Haldir's supposed to be at least 100 years old when she is taken.... so... I had to.
LAST note: If you don't get my elfish words, here's the translations for you:
1. Telain - its a spypost like thing they use on the river. I forget which river. *shrug*
2. Tellela - a young elf
3. Amandil - healer
4. nessa - young
5. Istari - mage/wizard
6. Agar en'edhel - blood of our people *roughly*
7. Yrch - Orc *no da!*
8. En'huine - Of darkness
9. Inya - female/woman
10. Ujere - dull (head) *I used it as an insult*
Please Review! I like lots of feedback so I can improve! And thanks to all who did review already!
Broken Mirror
By Nezumi
Chapter One: T.A. 3021
Some soul rustled in the bushes, it was not simply an animal. It was a soul. There was nothing primal about the feel of the mind that nearly crushed the surveying Galadhrim. The only one that rivaled the unleashed power of this soul's was the lady of the wood. The surverying elf broke into a dead sprint. It smelled like orc.
"Yrch", his brother Rumil hissed, spinning and following his younger brother toward the telain. Why did he go towards the telain? True, Rumil did not have the exact sense of direction for the warning of intruders, but he was daft to head for the telain! Wouldn't it be much simpler to seek them out by probing minds rather than sitting atop a spypost and overlooking with one's eyes? It would take too much time and an orc could easily be headed to Caras Galadon before then!
"Orophin!" Rumil kicked the middle child of the three brothers. "Wake up you ujere!" Of all the elves that ever lived, Orophin was the only one that truly slept. No one knew why, but according to the elf himself it was because he thought it a pleasant experience. To both of the other brothers' disgust he tended to doze off quite often.
Orophin shot up and onto his feet. "Oh... there's an orc about?"
"It smells like orc," Rumil shrugged and kept stride behind his youngest brother. Ever since he had been called upon by Lady Galadriel that fateful day and promptly introduced to the high council of Lothlorien, neither of his brothers felt he was within reach anymore. Celeborn took it upon himself to teach the tellela "things"... and all Orophin and Rumil ever got was a stern order now and then, although it generally seemed to come from Haldir. Orophin shrugged, as was his nature, and accepted it. Rumil simply could not.
When Sauron had returned to Dol Guldur in 2460, their parents had been the first to assist any kind of resistance-- their mother was the Amandil of his father's Galadhrim Guard regiment. As the healer, she also accompanied them into battle. Consequently, the two had been killed. First his father, then his mother of grief, some elves said. Who had been left to raise his two younger brothers? Rumil. Orophin had been nearly 200 years old at the time, but his light hearted nature still needed looking after and Haldir had been very young, too nessa. He had been ten years old. Ten! He was practically an infant! Raised by his brothers, Haldir had always been the shadow and the bother. Therefore, Rumil would never think of his younger brother as an adult until he was fully married off, or something of the like. Haldir had been through one war, that certainly wasn't enough to prove himself to Rumil.
"Why are we going to the telain?" Orophin raised an eyebrow at Haldir's direction.
"That's where she is."
"She?" Orophin shrugged again. So his brother knew more than he did, he wasn't neccessarily going to worry his head off about it.
Hidden amongst the trees limbs, the telain gave watch over the river to see all of Lothlorien by an elf's eye. No one had stood post for a long while, mostly because there was no war-- it was over. But there most certainly was their long standing proof of a hawk's ever watchful eye over the land of their people and of that surrounding it.
Quickly, Haldir ascended the tree hopping the branches until he paused stringing his bow. "There's no orc up there," Orophin yawned leaning at the bass.
"Well it sure is not a pleasant smell, now; is it?" Rumil retorted tartly. "If the ever popular commander would like to go in first, I say we let him. At least we aren't that st-" He cut himself off as he pressed his hand to the red bark of the towering Redwood tree of the First Age. "... Haldir..."
But he was already gone and Rumil caught the last glimpse of his baby brother's golden inlayed quiver slipping into the spypost. So he whispered to Orophin, "There's blood on this tree but its... mingled. There is no clear tracing of it."
Orophin's light nature dimmed and he wiped a finger across the trunk of the tree. "Its either Istari, agar en'edhel, yrch, or... en'huine . I haven't felt it since they carried in mother and father."
Rumil looked up the tree, "And Haldir would not be familiar with this. He was too young, maybe its familiar but he certainly couldn't associate it with anything."
Haldir looked out the window, and was, upon Rumil's shock, uncertain of the course of action he should take, "Perhaps... you two should come up here... as quickly as you could manage."
"There's blood down here."
"Of course there is, its coming from up here," Haldir replied.
"Well what is it then? Orc? Wizard? Elf? A Demon? What?" Rumil demanded as Orophin quickly scaled the thousand some year old tree.
Haldir looked at him briefly, "Not an orc."
"Then it couldn't be a demon could it?"
"If there's such a thing as a beautiful demon."
"So its an elf?"
"Just come and take a look would you?" Haldir finally yelled, getting tired of the relentless questions that he was unable to answer. And he was quite positive Rumil was doing it just to insult him too. Rumil had a habit of doing that-- Rumil still thought of him as an infant and Haldir knew it. There were no hints to be given, his brother had made it very clear that he thought of him as incompetent to be the highest rank - Gweth Gilith Protector of Wooded Realm - and the only elf currently in that position. Orophin paid no mind, but it meant all the world to Rumil for no known reason.
Orophin reeled back from the sight and leaned back out the opening to look at Rumil. Elves rarely get sick from illness, but upon the sight of something particularly ugly or horrific they have been known to have weak stomachs. At least many of those who chose not to travel out of the Golden Wood. But Orophin was not one of those weak stomached elves... his stomach was like a stone - unalterable by the sight of so many fallen comrades or the simple fact orcs had descended from them. He was one of the elves that had never regurgitated their lembas on the first patrol. But apparently what befell his eyes had changed his mind, he was nearly as green as the leaves of the forest!
As soon as Rumil found it, he too was repulsed. A burnt body, bloody from slashes of whips and knives and ripped with orc teeth, hair singed black as charcoal from a previous color, unidentifiable at the moment, and the worst was the deep wound to the side caused by a broadsword most likely. Certainly the most grotesque fact about the wounds and burns was the fact the female was still breathing. "Well?"
"I say she's an elf."
Orophin looked back around, if only for a brief moment, "Elf."
"Half-elf," Rumil folded his arms. "I know her from somewhere but I can't put my finger on it."
The inya moaned rolling over onto her side and immediately the body shook with pain. The three most esteemed warrior brothers stood looking at her as her dark amber eyes cracked open.
.-*-.
A.N. Hopefully you still like it! Our favorite other people will soon be worked in eventually... I know my elfish is not entirely consecutively correct with Tolkien's novels-- I got it off of: www.grey-company.org Its a combination of all three Elven languages.
Another note: I like all the fanfictions I do to be fairly accurate. If you find anything non consistent or completely off with my work, tell me! I'll most likely end up editing it out or around it!
A note relating to that: T.A. 2401 (a hundred year before I said the elf-girl was taken from Lothlorien) is supposed to be the date that Haldir's parents were killed, which I made up 'cuz they never mention them in the book *no da*. Technically the "Watchful Peace" after Sauron's reign was still happening until T.A. 2460. However, I decided to twist it a little because most people aren't that exact. Hopefully it doesn't bug you too much! Haldir's supposed to be at least 100 years old when she is taken.... so... I had to.
LAST note: If you don't get my elfish words, here's the translations for you:
1. Telain - its a spypost like thing they use on the river. I forget which river. *shrug*
2. Tellela - a young elf
3. Amandil - healer
4. nessa - young
5. Istari - mage/wizard
6. Agar en'edhel - blood of our people *roughly*
7. Yrch - Orc *no da!*
8. En'huine - Of darkness
9. Inya - female/woman
10. Ujere - dull (head) *I used it as an insult*
Please Review! I like lots of feedback so I can improve! And thanks to all who did review already!