Bright Elven-Eyes
By Jay P
Chapter 2: Subordinate
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Orophin watched as the march warden, his brother, walked along the gold-painted soil with Glorfindel of Rivendell. He sighed deeply from his small window of his flet, and a small frown was placed on his fair face. He turned to his wife who was lying in their bed reading a book.
"Aderwyn, what do you suppose the Lord and Lady wish to speak to my brother about?" Aderwyn brushed a silver strand of hair behind her pointed ear and gave him a comforting smile.
"I am quite certain whatever it is, it will deeply honor Haldir."
"Why do you say that?" he asked. The Elf maiden set down her book and arose from her chair. She glided over to her husband and gently stroked his face.
"Only the wisest would be chosen to be apart of such a situation, good or ill. You're brother is beyond both our years, and although he is arrogant and misleading to his feelings, I believe Celeborn and Galadriel made the right decision." Orophin smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her small waist. After embracing her for what seemed like an eternity, he slowly brought her forward for a kiss. There came an urgent knock on the door. He pulled away.
"What is it?" He declared, approaching the door and opening it. A young messenger, who seemed calm but obsequious, stared at him intently. "Well, what is it?"
"Sir, we have gotten news from the border." Anderwyn bit her lip as fear creaped into her sea-green eyes. She reached for her lover's hand.
"What news?" The messenger didn't reply. His stare was glued immensely at the guard's lady. Anderwyn squeezed and tightened her grip. Orophin was getting angry. "I said what news from the border!" The Elf snapped out of his trance and shook his head vigorously.
"My apologies. There is an orc-raid just outside of the Northern borderline. Defindel has ordered all capable Elves to his aid at once. It seems it could be a deadly battle."
Orophin gestured for him to leave. "You have my leave go, hurry and gather many more soldiers!"
"You're the last Elf that I was sent to get, sir. Farwell." He quickly bowed and rushed away from the flet and to the Northern borders. Orophin sighed deeply and slipped his hand out of his wife's. He was deeply hurt and panicked that he was the last one notified. He had to hurry.
"I must go-"
"No, you cannot leave! You have just arrived, I am deeply feared that you may not return!" A tear slipped down the Elf's face, and Orophin brushed it away and gave her a quick reassuring hug.
"Everything will be alright Anderwyn, now shush!" He grabbed his bow and his sword, and strapped on very little armor. With one last look from his lady he ran out of his home and towards the stables to ride off. Meanwhile he left a lonely Elf-maid waiting for her love to return, the tears ran freely now, and her prayers spilt over the land as like moonlight.
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Rúmil closed his eyes as his salty sweat slowly trickled down his brow. He brought up his sword and felt it gleam inside of him. He opened them only to see his comrades fighting the foul beings above him. He knew something was not right. Why above him? Did everyone grow all of a sudden? No, no that could not possibly be correct, no one can just grow so quickly. But something is wrong. He heard voices.
"Rúmil! Rúmil can you hear me?" It was a recognizable voice. But where was it coming from? Behind? No. In front? No. To his side? No. They were above him. But slowly his vision blurred but began to focus. He knew him.
"Calaglin." Rúmil managed to mutter his friend's name, and tried his very best to form a smile. He could see Calaglin's face now, astonished but afraid. Why was he afraid? Rúmil saw blood on his fellow Elf's hand. A deep red. "Y-You are injured! No, where did this blood come from?"
"Oh Rúmil." It was then that Rúmil realized that one of Calaglin's hands were placed upon his breast, and a horrible pain was pulsing in his temple and creeping towards his chest. It was then that Rúmil realized that his friend was not injured. And it was the that Rúmil realized it was his own blood doing the staining.
The sounds of the orcs were now dead, and everything was silent except for Rúmil's heavy breathing. Now more and more Elves crowded around the wounded soldier, but the soldier was calm. Calaglin cupped Rúmil's face into his bloody hands as other Elves began to patch up the gash on his breast. He smiled at his friends around him, and he drew the deepest breath he could manage.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Did I at least keep you amused for the time it took to read this? I hope so! ~Jay P
Chapter 2: Subordinate
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a long time! I've been preoccupied, but I'm going to try harder now, we have a week off of school so I think I'll spend my time on the computer like all the other American children. Now I must apologize again because this is going to be a little shorter chapter, and it has Orophin, but don't panic! All will be good in the end. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Orophin watched as the march warden, his brother, walked along the gold-painted soil with Glorfindel of Rivendell. He sighed deeply from his small window of his flet, and a small frown was placed on his fair face. He turned to his wife who was lying in their bed reading a book.
"Aderwyn, what do you suppose the Lord and Lady wish to speak to my brother about?" Aderwyn brushed a silver strand of hair behind her pointed ear and gave him a comforting smile.
"I am quite certain whatever it is, it will deeply honor Haldir."
"Why do you say that?" he asked. The Elf maiden set down her book and arose from her chair. She glided over to her husband and gently stroked his face.
"Only the wisest would be chosen to be apart of such a situation, good or ill. You're brother is beyond both our years, and although he is arrogant and misleading to his feelings, I believe Celeborn and Galadriel made the right decision." Orophin smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her small waist. After embracing her for what seemed like an eternity, he slowly brought her forward for a kiss. There came an urgent knock on the door. He pulled away.
"What is it?" He declared, approaching the door and opening it. A young messenger, who seemed calm but obsequious, stared at him intently. "Well, what is it?"
"Sir, we have gotten news from the border." Anderwyn bit her lip as fear creaped into her sea-green eyes. She reached for her lover's hand.
"What news?" The messenger didn't reply. His stare was glued immensely at the guard's lady. Anderwyn squeezed and tightened her grip. Orophin was getting angry. "I said what news from the border!" The Elf snapped out of his trance and shook his head vigorously.
"My apologies. There is an orc-raid just outside of the Northern borderline. Defindel has ordered all capable Elves to his aid at once. It seems it could be a deadly battle."
Orophin gestured for him to leave. "You have my leave go, hurry and gather many more soldiers!"
"You're the last Elf that I was sent to get, sir. Farwell." He quickly bowed and rushed away from the flet and to the Northern borders. Orophin sighed deeply and slipped his hand out of his wife's. He was deeply hurt and panicked that he was the last one notified. He had to hurry.
"I must go-"
"No, you cannot leave! You have just arrived, I am deeply feared that you may not return!" A tear slipped down the Elf's face, and Orophin brushed it away and gave her a quick reassuring hug.
"Everything will be alright Anderwyn, now shush!" He grabbed his bow and his sword, and strapped on very little armor. With one last look from his lady he ran out of his home and towards the stables to ride off. Meanwhile he left a lonely Elf-maid waiting for her love to return, the tears ran freely now, and her prayers spilt over the land as like moonlight.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rúmil closed his eyes as his salty sweat slowly trickled down his brow. He brought up his sword and felt it gleam inside of him. He opened them only to see his comrades fighting the foul beings above him. He knew something was not right. Why above him? Did everyone grow all of a sudden? No, no that could not possibly be correct, no one can just grow so quickly. But something is wrong. He heard voices.
"Rúmil! Rúmil can you hear me?" It was a recognizable voice. But where was it coming from? Behind? No. In front? No. To his side? No. They were above him. But slowly his vision blurred but began to focus. He knew him.
"Calaglin." Rúmil managed to mutter his friend's name, and tried his very best to form a smile. He could see Calaglin's face now, astonished but afraid. Why was he afraid? Rúmil saw blood on his fellow Elf's hand. A deep red. "Y-You are injured! No, where did this blood come from?"
"Oh Rúmil." It was then that Rúmil realized that one of Calaglin's hands were placed upon his breast, and a horrible pain was pulsing in his temple and creeping towards his chest. It was then that Rúmil realized that his friend was not injured. And it was the that Rúmil realized it was his own blood doing the staining.
The sounds of the orcs were now dead, and everything was silent except for Rúmil's heavy breathing. Now more and more Elves crowded around the wounded soldier, but the soldier was calm. Calaglin cupped Rúmil's face into his bloody hands as other Elves began to patch up the gash on his breast. He smiled at his friends around him, and he drew the deepest breath he could manage.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Did I at least keep you amused for the time it took to read this? I hope so! ~Jay P