Chapter 4
The Elf Children
Madai was growing anxious, for she could only hear cries of battle, and could see nothing. She wanted to help fight. She knew she couldn't but.. Suddenly a huge reverberate was heard from her roof. A giant creature, of at least seven feet, with a hideous form punched its fist through the ceiling of the safe haven. She was no longer safe. She grabbed her sword, though she didn't draw it, and hurriedly unlocked the door of the house. The creature climbed down into the room just as she was running out the door, and tore after her. Grabbing her by a fistful of fire red hair, he didn't expect a harsh reaction. But she let loose all her fury, drawing her sword, and swung backwards, killing the Harad. She stared at her sword, for it was glowing a menacing blue, showing elf ruins above the hilt, which Madai skillfully translated as "Elebreth". Hearing more Harads come charging her way, Madai ran, out of the rear gate, the way that Arwen and the villagers had gone. She ran out, but then was ambushed by a single Harad, which she quickly killed. Looking about, wondering why there was one back here and not with the rest of the battle, she saw several little figures crouched down hiding against the wall. She crept over to them, and gasped with astonishment. They were little children, elf children. What were they doing here, in ragged scrubs and chains about their wrists? Then it struck her. They were slaves. She ran over to them, and they cried out with fear, for they thought she was a Harad. When the glow of her Elven sword glowed on her fair face, they were quieted. "But," one asked her, "How do you carry an Elven sword, when you are obviously not an elf? You have rounded ears." Madai smiled at their adolescence, yet she regretted thinking they were young-minded, when she also was as naïve as a child. "I am not an elf. But I carry a sword that was given to me by the king of this land. You need not fear me. I will not harm you. Quickly, come with me. I know where you can go. But if you do not stay close, you shall again be captured, or killed. So keep up." She said. She looked out, seeing to many Orc monsters about, she suggested that they sit and rest a bit. They were silent for a while, keeping an eye on things. Then one of the children suggested a song or story to lighten the mood. "Well, okay, what do you have in mind?" asked Madai. "Well, we made up a song while we were in the tower in Harad the first night of being enslaved. Want to hear it?" the little boy asked. "Yes! I would be very honored to." Said Madai, and smiled at their light spirits. "Very well. Here it is:
'My footprints are light upon the snow I take a bow with me wherever I go I speak a fair and ancient tongue I am never old, just young.
My hair as fine as silk My skin creamy as milk Three rings we hold The light in our eyes look cold.
We are the elves Most ancient we pride ourselves We care for the trees The Air The Sky We are the elves And we welcome you to our forest.
We praise Elebreth The most beautiful of stars, To guide us with her light, Where ever we are.
We dwell in woods Houses of trees We dwell with the golden leaves We are the Elves We welcome you to our world.'"
Madai clapped joyfully, very much enjoying the song. But the night felt quieter than it was only minutes ago. She checked around the corner of the wall. The fighting had moved a few yards away, and far enough that Madai felt they could sneak by. Repeating her warnings about being seen, they went. Stealthily running they went, across the field toward the main village, but alas, they were discovered by a demon of the south when a fire revealed the movement of the many feet. Three great eight-footed monsters ran after them, trying to kill Madai, and reinstate their slaves before they sought refuge. But Madai fought with all her might, only gaining a blemish on her right cheek. The Harads lay dead, and Madai led the children to the Houses of Healing. She greatly wished to go see Legolas, but she knew she had more important matters on her mind than a giddy liking. Running back on the field, and finding the sun barley coming up, she saw her father fighting across the way. At that moment, he was injured by one of the Harads. He fell to the ground bleeding. Madai gasped, hoping she was dreaming, or more like hallucinating, but very soon recovered. She drew her sword, its blue glow brighter than ever, and ran after the demon that wounded her father. She fought bravely for almost twenty minutes, before she finally fell the Harad monster. Aragorn was only a few feet away, when he looked up and saw the beautiful girl falling to the ground, being struck with an arrow in the chest. Aragorn rushed over to her, hardly daring to breath. She was alive, but if she did not do something quickly, she wouldn't be much longer. He wondered why she had taken herself to fighting, and then he spied Faramir on the ground a few feet away. He was alright, a small wound in the leg that could be easily healed. Aragorn gave a small shrill, whistle, and his grey horse Hasfusel came to his side. He stacked Faramir on him, and Hasfusel carried him away to the Houses of Healing. Aragorn ran with all his might after him, for Hasfusel could not carry both. Aragorn placed her in the care of Legolas, and Faramir in another's. His worry for the both of them kept him for battle for one hour, which he greatly regretted. The Harads retreated at the rise of the sun.
The Elf Children
Madai was growing anxious, for she could only hear cries of battle, and could see nothing. She wanted to help fight. She knew she couldn't but.. Suddenly a huge reverberate was heard from her roof. A giant creature, of at least seven feet, with a hideous form punched its fist through the ceiling of the safe haven. She was no longer safe. She grabbed her sword, though she didn't draw it, and hurriedly unlocked the door of the house. The creature climbed down into the room just as she was running out the door, and tore after her. Grabbing her by a fistful of fire red hair, he didn't expect a harsh reaction. But she let loose all her fury, drawing her sword, and swung backwards, killing the Harad. She stared at her sword, for it was glowing a menacing blue, showing elf ruins above the hilt, which Madai skillfully translated as "Elebreth". Hearing more Harads come charging her way, Madai ran, out of the rear gate, the way that Arwen and the villagers had gone. She ran out, but then was ambushed by a single Harad, which she quickly killed. Looking about, wondering why there was one back here and not with the rest of the battle, she saw several little figures crouched down hiding against the wall. She crept over to them, and gasped with astonishment. They were little children, elf children. What were they doing here, in ragged scrubs and chains about their wrists? Then it struck her. They were slaves. She ran over to them, and they cried out with fear, for they thought she was a Harad. When the glow of her Elven sword glowed on her fair face, they were quieted. "But," one asked her, "How do you carry an Elven sword, when you are obviously not an elf? You have rounded ears." Madai smiled at their adolescence, yet she regretted thinking they were young-minded, when she also was as naïve as a child. "I am not an elf. But I carry a sword that was given to me by the king of this land. You need not fear me. I will not harm you. Quickly, come with me. I know where you can go. But if you do not stay close, you shall again be captured, or killed. So keep up." She said. She looked out, seeing to many Orc monsters about, she suggested that they sit and rest a bit. They were silent for a while, keeping an eye on things. Then one of the children suggested a song or story to lighten the mood. "Well, okay, what do you have in mind?" asked Madai. "Well, we made up a song while we were in the tower in Harad the first night of being enslaved. Want to hear it?" the little boy asked. "Yes! I would be very honored to." Said Madai, and smiled at their light spirits. "Very well. Here it is:
'My footprints are light upon the snow I take a bow with me wherever I go I speak a fair and ancient tongue I am never old, just young.
My hair as fine as silk My skin creamy as milk Three rings we hold The light in our eyes look cold.
We are the elves Most ancient we pride ourselves We care for the trees The Air The Sky We are the elves And we welcome you to our forest.
We praise Elebreth The most beautiful of stars, To guide us with her light, Where ever we are.
We dwell in woods Houses of trees We dwell with the golden leaves We are the Elves We welcome you to our world.'"
Madai clapped joyfully, very much enjoying the song. But the night felt quieter than it was only minutes ago. She checked around the corner of the wall. The fighting had moved a few yards away, and far enough that Madai felt they could sneak by. Repeating her warnings about being seen, they went. Stealthily running they went, across the field toward the main village, but alas, they were discovered by a demon of the south when a fire revealed the movement of the many feet. Three great eight-footed monsters ran after them, trying to kill Madai, and reinstate their slaves before they sought refuge. But Madai fought with all her might, only gaining a blemish on her right cheek. The Harads lay dead, and Madai led the children to the Houses of Healing. She greatly wished to go see Legolas, but she knew she had more important matters on her mind than a giddy liking. Running back on the field, and finding the sun barley coming up, she saw her father fighting across the way. At that moment, he was injured by one of the Harads. He fell to the ground bleeding. Madai gasped, hoping she was dreaming, or more like hallucinating, but very soon recovered. She drew her sword, its blue glow brighter than ever, and ran after the demon that wounded her father. She fought bravely for almost twenty minutes, before she finally fell the Harad monster. Aragorn was only a few feet away, when he looked up and saw the beautiful girl falling to the ground, being struck with an arrow in the chest. Aragorn rushed over to her, hardly daring to breath. She was alive, but if she did not do something quickly, she wouldn't be much longer. He wondered why she had taken herself to fighting, and then he spied Faramir on the ground a few feet away. He was alright, a small wound in the leg that could be easily healed. Aragorn gave a small shrill, whistle, and his grey horse Hasfusel came to his side. He stacked Faramir on him, and Hasfusel carried him away to the Houses of Healing. Aragorn ran with all his might after him, for Hasfusel could not carry both. Aragorn placed her in the care of Legolas, and Faramir in another's. His worry for the both of them kept him for battle for one hour, which he greatly regretted. The Harads retreated at the rise of the sun.