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Broken Mirror
By Nezumi
Chapter Three: Er Tellela
The rest of the day had fallen into an uncomfortable silence and as the four journeyed on underneath the high canopy of Lothlorien's trees. "Are you sure the Lady wishes to see such a disrespectful little brat?" Rumil asked his brother sharply.
"I am sure," Haldir said his eyes unmoving from the captive they now held. She was not a prisoner, as the Lady had not specifically ordered that she be a prisoner, but certainly any elf who had been kept in the company of orcs was not to be trusted. But you do not wish me to see her, Skairukh hissed at him in his mind. Haldir stared at her, his eyes piercing her very flesh. What was she? She claimed to be elf. But she spoke in his mind! He twitched. You do not like me inside your dol? she asked. Is it uncomfortable for you? You should be used to it now, with Galadriel and all.
It is of no concern to you what my thoughts are, he snapped in his thoughts. She did not need anything else to understand him; she was there inside his head. She knew what he was thinking.
Oh it is. Because you still want to pierce me with the hallowed arrows of the Wood, simply because I can utter the Lady of the Golden Wood's name and not expect the heavens to strike me down. You are a loyal servant, Haldir, but you bore me.
He whispered to his horse, "Putta." Promptly halting, the horse stood looking at him for further direction but Haldir simply dismounted and walked over to the 'victim' he'd discovered. He was beginning to wish they had left her there to rot, but the smell, he supposed, would have been even more unbearable. With a rough jerk, he pulled her down from behind Orophin, she winced but emitted no noise. "Get out of my mind."
Orophin cocked a blonde eyebrow and sent it Rumil's way. "He's finally cracked!"
She addressed the youngest of the three in a language that was most certainly the farthest from elvish that one could ever get. Such ugly words to come out of a mouth so perfectly formed seemed impossible until you heard it for yourself. With a hiss and a noise from the back of her throat she caused the three to shiver. Continuing on, she said in a language they understood, "You don't frighten me. Its a wonder you've managed against orcs this long, Haldir of the Gweth Gilith."
He grabbed her shoulders and threw her up onto his own horse, "Shut your mouth and don't disgrace the wood with Orkish. You act like you descend from the Ohtar."
"I am Ohtari," she smiled, crookedly. "And I don't take it as an insult."
"You obviously weren't well versed in the Swordsinging methods if you were captured by Orcs."
With a hiss she informed him, "I was but a child when I was taken Haldir, a very sad child and disgraced child. The only reason came back to Lothlorien is only because it is the closest to the mines of Moria. Have you looked a balrog in the face, Mr. Haldir? I have. And with other ancient demons, even more ancient than our people; it does not frighten me that you do not like me."
"Where you go then?" Haldir humored her with a sour face as he whispered a word in his horse's ear.
"I would go to Mirkwood."
"Mirkwood is a dark place," Haldir replied clearing his throat. Perhaps Mirkwood had been cleared since his last visit, but it mattered not to him. It was a dreary place, he never wished to go back - he hadn't the stomach for the spiders, and the veil of dark, crushing mist that filled an elf's throat. No wonder those Elves always came to Lothlorien with a gushing look as soon as they glimpsed the Lady's trees in their splendor.
"Or I would go to Fangorn."
"Why Fangorn?"
"There is no one to hate me there."
"Elves do not hate, they only despise," Haldir replied.
"Oh, Elladan and Elrohir - they hate and so do you. You hated the darkness like no other, because it is the one thing elves do not understand. Elrond hates the darkness. Elves, pure?" she gave a slight hint of laughter. "Oh, only in their minds. But no dares to defy them and tell them differently, for you know as well as I do, that if you weren't orders of Lady Galadriel to bring me to her, then I would be dead. Because I can't lift my arms to fight you back. Elves are ruthless when it comes to killing. They show no mercy. If elves can love, elves can hate."
Three sets of eyes fell upon her, but no one said more.
.*.
"Caras Galadon, eska'amin," Orophin sighed dreamily, with a crooked grin to gesture he was joking. Again. Rumil and Haldir both rolled their eyes. Would he ever shut up? That should be the mystery of the universe, because neither doubted it would ever be solved -- Gandalf the Gray would be figured out before the wish of Orophin ever keeping his trap shut was full-filled.
"Maybe we should take her to the Amandil en'kard before we present her to the Lady," Rumil suggested, still sickened at the sight of her charred flesh. Should an elf have to suffer through such torture? She seemed so accustomed to it as she seemed accustomed to saying their names. She said them with ease, as if they were not a threat as if it didn't matter... How could one drop the name of the yrch so lightly? Even if she had lived amongst them for any period of time, you should think it would only worsen the effect.
Orophin looked at to the capital house of the Lord and Lady, "Perhaps..." He paled. "I think I'll go check on Loteliel..." He dismounted giving the horse to a Kelvaser and rushed off in the direction of the three brothers' home. Once they had been told they were the only regiment in all of Lothlorien that wasted no time with many formalities such as dismissal, except when in the company of the Lord and Lady. After all, the citizens mused, it would be odd to have the youngest brother tell the oldest brother when and when he could not leave.
Rumil, the reason why the party did not use formalities, guided his horse toward the stables, "I think since your the commander you should... explain to... yes... I'll be going..."
Setting his jaw, and musing about the unfairness of being the youngest brother - even if one was the highest ranking - Haldir dismounted and Skairukh followed without a sound. Well... she still moved like an elf, if nothing else. "I don't suppose you had any brothers or sisters, who did that to you."
"No. My mother had only myself."
"Oh?"
"Yes. She had no husband, so I was told. So I was not only an orphan elf, but a bastard orphan elf," she replied. "They did not the father, or would have been considered bonded."
Haldir was immediately confused as he led her to the House of the Healers, "How could they not know the father?"
"I don't know," she replied. "And just to warn you... I'm going to pass out in a few moments."
He turned to her and she did exactly as she had fore-told, falling neatly into his arms.
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A.N. Thank you for your patience! I have been VERY busy, so I have been very long in getting this chapter up! Learning how to drive... being in a musical... at any rate: please R & R!
Translations
1. Er Tellela - one elf-child *think about info*
2. Dol - head
3. Putta - stop
4. Ohtar(i) - Warrior(s)
5. Eska'amin - my home
6. Amandil en'kard - House of Healing *roughly*
7. Loteliel - a name I made up with the base *Lote* of flower. ^.^
Caras Galadon *for those who don't know* is the capital of Lothlorien!
Broken Mirror
By Nezumi
Chapter Three: Er Tellela
The rest of the day had fallen into an uncomfortable silence and as the four journeyed on underneath the high canopy of Lothlorien's trees. "Are you sure the Lady wishes to see such a disrespectful little brat?" Rumil asked his brother sharply.
"I am sure," Haldir said his eyes unmoving from the captive they now held. She was not a prisoner, as the Lady had not specifically ordered that she be a prisoner, but certainly any elf who had been kept in the company of orcs was not to be trusted. But you do not wish me to see her, Skairukh hissed at him in his mind. Haldir stared at her, his eyes piercing her very flesh. What was she? She claimed to be elf. But she spoke in his mind! He twitched. You do not like me inside your dol? she asked. Is it uncomfortable for you? You should be used to it now, with Galadriel and all.
It is of no concern to you what my thoughts are, he snapped in his thoughts. She did not need anything else to understand him; she was there inside his head. She knew what he was thinking.
Oh it is. Because you still want to pierce me with the hallowed arrows of the Wood, simply because I can utter the Lady of the Golden Wood's name and not expect the heavens to strike me down. You are a loyal servant, Haldir, but you bore me.
He whispered to his horse, "Putta." Promptly halting, the horse stood looking at him for further direction but Haldir simply dismounted and walked over to the 'victim' he'd discovered. He was beginning to wish they had left her there to rot, but the smell, he supposed, would have been even more unbearable. With a rough jerk, he pulled her down from behind Orophin, she winced but emitted no noise. "Get out of my mind."
Orophin cocked a blonde eyebrow and sent it Rumil's way. "He's finally cracked!"
She addressed the youngest of the three in a language that was most certainly the farthest from elvish that one could ever get. Such ugly words to come out of a mouth so perfectly formed seemed impossible until you heard it for yourself. With a hiss and a noise from the back of her throat she caused the three to shiver. Continuing on, she said in a language they understood, "You don't frighten me. Its a wonder you've managed against orcs this long, Haldir of the Gweth Gilith."
He grabbed her shoulders and threw her up onto his own horse, "Shut your mouth and don't disgrace the wood with Orkish. You act like you descend from the Ohtar."
"I am Ohtari," she smiled, crookedly. "And I don't take it as an insult."
"You obviously weren't well versed in the Swordsinging methods if you were captured by Orcs."
With a hiss she informed him, "I was but a child when I was taken Haldir, a very sad child and disgraced child. The only reason came back to Lothlorien is only because it is the closest to the mines of Moria. Have you looked a balrog in the face, Mr. Haldir? I have. And with other ancient demons, even more ancient than our people; it does not frighten me that you do not like me."
"Where you go then?" Haldir humored her with a sour face as he whispered a word in his horse's ear.
"I would go to Mirkwood."
"Mirkwood is a dark place," Haldir replied clearing his throat. Perhaps Mirkwood had been cleared since his last visit, but it mattered not to him. It was a dreary place, he never wished to go back - he hadn't the stomach for the spiders, and the veil of dark, crushing mist that filled an elf's throat. No wonder those Elves always came to Lothlorien with a gushing look as soon as they glimpsed the Lady's trees in their splendor.
"Or I would go to Fangorn."
"Why Fangorn?"
"There is no one to hate me there."
"Elves do not hate, they only despise," Haldir replied.
"Oh, Elladan and Elrohir - they hate and so do you. You hated the darkness like no other, because it is the one thing elves do not understand. Elrond hates the darkness. Elves, pure?" she gave a slight hint of laughter. "Oh, only in their minds. But no dares to defy them and tell them differently, for you know as well as I do, that if you weren't orders of Lady Galadriel to bring me to her, then I would be dead. Because I can't lift my arms to fight you back. Elves are ruthless when it comes to killing. They show no mercy. If elves can love, elves can hate."
Three sets of eyes fell upon her, but no one said more.
.*.
"Caras Galadon, eska'amin," Orophin sighed dreamily, with a crooked grin to gesture he was joking. Again. Rumil and Haldir both rolled their eyes. Would he ever shut up? That should be the mystery of the universe, because neither doubted it would ever be solved -- Gandalf the Gray would be figured out before the wish of Orophin ever keeping his trap shut was full-filled.
"Maybe we should take her to the Amandil en'kard before we present her to the Lady," Rumil suggested, still sickened at the sight of her charred flesh. Should an elf have to suffer through such torture? She seemed so accustomed to it as she seemed accustomed to saying their names. She said them with ease, as if they were not a threat as if it didn't matter... How could one drop the name of the yrch so lightly? Even if she had lived amongst them for any period of time, you should think it would only worsen the effect.
Orophin looked at to the capital house of the Lord and Lady, "Perhaps..." He paled. "I think I'll go check on Loteliel..." He dismounted giving the horse to a Kelvaser and rushed off in the direction of the three brothers' home. Once they had been told they were the only regiment in all of Lothlorien that wasted no time with many formalities such as dismissal, except when in the company of the Lord and Lady. After all, the citizens mused, it would be odd to have the youngest brother tell the oldest brother when and when he could not leave.
Rumil, the reason why the party did not use formalities, guided his horse toward the stables, "I think since your the commander you should... explain to... yes... I'll be going..."
Setting his jaw, and musing about the unfairness of being the youngest brother - even if one was the highest ranking - Haldir dismounted and Skairukh followed without a sound. Well... she still moved like an elf, if nothing else. "I don't suppose you had any brothers or sisters, who did that to you."
"No. My mother had only myself."
"Oh?"
"Yes. She had no husband, so I was told. So I was not only an orphan elf, but a bastard orphan elf," she replied. "They did not the father, or would have been considered bonded."
Haldir was immediately confused as he led her to the House of the Healers, "How could they not know the father?"
"I don't know," she replied. "And just to warn you... I'm going to pass out in a few moments."
He turned to her and she did exactly as she had fore-told, falling neatly into his arms.
.-*-.
A.N. Thank you for your patience! I have been VERY busy, so I have been very long in getting this chapter up! Learning how to drive... being in a musical... at any rate: please R & R!
Translations
1. Er Tellela - one elf-child *think about info*
2. Dol - head
3. Putta - stop
4. Ohtar(i) - Warrior(s)
5. Eska'amin - my home
6. Amandil en'kard - House of Healing *roughly*
7. Loteliel - a name I made up with the base *Lote* of flower. ^.^
Caras Galadon *for those who don't know* is the capital of Lothlorien!