Bright Elven-Eyes by Jay P
Chapter 2: Lady Elbereth
Haldir walked at a fairly good pace through his woodland home. He was usually never excited about anything or anyone, but Glorfindel was one of his closest friends. The Elf wondered how long it had been since he has seen him. Months? No, it had been much longer. Years, maybe even a decade since their last meeting. Rúmil had said that Glorfindel would meet him by the Nimrodel. He was about 200 feet away when he noticed his friend. He smirked slightly and crept up on him.
Glorfindel sat silently on the earth, his hand stroking the newly fallen golden leaf. He hummed to himself softly, and every once in a while he would take out his word or bow, and examine it. He was startled when something grabbed his shoulder. In a panicked state he whipped out his sword and spun around. Realizing it was Haldir, he sighed and glared at him.
"I see you are still as silent and sneaky as ever. Can't you make a normal entrance, like a normal Elf?" Glorfindel asked.
Haldir chuckled. "And Since when am I considered normal?" Glorfindel smiled and gave the March warden a hug.
"I have missed you."
"And I as well." Haldir's joyous expressions melted off his face and were replaced by a puzzled look. "Forgive me asking, but what brings you to Lothlorien?" He caught Glorfindel's eyes for a split second but they were drawn to the ground.
"I was sent my Master Elrond."
"Yes. sent to do what?" Haldir asked.
"To deliver a message to Celeborn and Galadriel. I wish to tell you, but I was ordered to keep it silent. I think you will hear soon enough, there are already rumors spreading beyond the borders." Haldir stood silently watching the stream flowing gracefully through his homeland. He sighed deeply.
"Come, let us take a walk." Glorfindel nodded and followed the Elf.
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Orophin ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the Northern Border. He hoped the fight didn't start yet, although in his heart he could tell something ill had already occurred. He felt his heart ache, an ache that hadn't filled his heart since his parents died. He was drawing near to his destination now, but he could see some Elves he knew ahead of him. There were maybe 15 of them, and they were coming back.
'I guess it's over.' He thought. 'I hope no one got hurt.' Orophin slowed down to a walk when he could finally see the whites of the eyes of the Elves. They were full of sorrow, and as he went through one by one he could tell something happened. He was confused, he wondered if his brother was in the battle. Where was Rúmil?
By then the group of Elves approached Orophin, and they were quiet, as if they had a secret that they could not tell. He questioned them with his eyes, and one Elf walked up to him.
"What happened, what happened with the Orc-raid of the Northern Border?" Orophin asked.
"Orophin, y-your brother." The Elf paused. "Has been severely wounded." The aching pain multiplied a hundredfold in Orophin's heart.
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Calaglin carried Rúmil through the forest to Caras Galadhon as swiftly and quickly as possible. Everything was a blur, the Orcs, Rúmil on the ground, he couldn't believe how fast it had come and gone. But all that was important now was to get Rúmil to a doctor and as fast as possible. Calaglin could make out very few sounds; he couldn't hear the Elves that went with him. Were they behind him? 'I can't look back.' He thought. Thump. Thump. 'My heartbeat is so loud.' Thump.
Calaglin ran through the last few trees and entered the Elven city. "Help!" he called out. "Somebody help!" Rúmil was patched up a little bit from a soldier who had a little medical knowledge, but he did not have the right medicines to fully help him. Luckily, Rúmil's wound was deep but missed his heart and other vital organs. "Help!" Calaglin cried, this time deeper in Caras Galadhon.
Elves were walking out of their homes now to see what all the commotion was about. One waved his arms a few times and called Calaglin to him.
"Are you a healer?" Calaglin asked as the other Elf started to take Rúmil out of his arms. Calaglin already knew that he was, his father had told him that this Elf had once healed his grandsire. Still, he felt as if he should confirm it.
"Yes." The Elf said as he quickly went back into his home. Calaglin followed him and shut the door behind him, then went into a small room in the back. The room had one small bed, and the whole area was fragranced with the scents of many plants and herbs used for healing. The Elf laid his friend on the bed and grabbed a large bowl with some leafs in it. Calaglin was about to ask what he was doing, when a beautiful young maiden, clad in blue with hair as golden as the sun could ever be, startled him.
"I think you should leave." She said gently but yet commanding.
"But-" Calaglin started but was cut off.
"It would be best." The lady gestured for him to leave and gave him a reassuring smile. "Everything will be fine. You may wait inside if you wish." Calaglin glared at her. He couldn't believe he was taking orders from a female but he was.
"No thank you, I wish to wait outside." With that he stormed out.
The Elf-maid watched the stranger leave and then descended back into the room where he father tended the wounded soldier.
"Uruviel," the Elf said to the other as he finished wrapping the wound around Rúmil's chest.
"Yes, Father?"
"Will you bring to me a cool wet cloth?" Uruviel's father asked. She nodded, but at that moment Rúmil's eyes fluttered open and stared up at her.
With a weak voice he asked her, "Am I dead?"
She smiled and kneeled down to him and placed her hand on his forehead. "No, all his well."
"But, but you are so fair. You are Elbereth." Rúmil's head rolled back and he fell silent again.
Uruviel smiled.
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Hi! I hoped you liked Chapter 3! You know what I've noticed? My chapters are getting pretty short. They were usually semi-normal when I wrote for SSX Tricky. Oh well. Shorter chapters mean I can update more, right? Until Chapter 4! ~Jay P
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Chapter 2: Lady Elbereth
Haldir walked at a fairly good pace through his woodland home. He was usually never excited about anything or anyone, but Glorfindel was one of his closest friends. The Elf wondered how long it had been since he has seen him. Months? No, it had been much longer. Years, maybe even a decade since their last meeting. Rúmil had said that Glorfindel would meet him by the Nimrodel. He was about 200 feet away when he noticed his friend. He smirked slightly and crept up on him.
Glorfindel sat silently on the earth, his hand stroking the newly fallen golden leaf. He hummed to himself softly, and every once in a while he would take out his word or bow, and examine it. He was startled when something grabbed his shoulder. In a panicked state he whipped out his sword and spun around. Realizing it was Haldir, he sighed and glared at him.
"I see you are still as silent and sneaky as ever. Can't you make a normal entrance, like a normal Elf?" Glorfindel asked.
Haldir chuckled. "And Since when am I considered normal?" Glorfindel smiled and gave the March warden a hug.
"I have missed you."
"And I as well." Haldir's joyous expressions melted off his face and were replaced by a puzzled look. "Forgive me asking, but what brings you to Lothlorien?" He caught Glorfindel's eyes for a split second but they were drawn to the ground.
"I was sent my Master Elrond."
"Yes. sent to do what?" Haldir asked.
"To deliver a message to Celeborn and Galadriel. I wish to tell you, but I was ordered to keep it silent. I think you will hear soon enough, there are already rumors spreading beyond the borders." Haldir stood silently watching the stream flowing gracefully through his homeland. He sighed deeply.
"Come, let us take a walk." Glorfindel nodded and followed the Elf.
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Orophin ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the Northern Border. He hoped the fight didn't start yet, although in his heart he could tell something ill had already occurred. He felt his heart ache, an ache that hadn't filled his heart since his parents died. He was drawing near to his destination now, but he could see some Elves he knew ahead of him. There were maybe 15 of them, and they were coming back.
'I guess it's over.' He thought. 'I hope no one got hurt.' Orophin slowed down to a walk when he could finally see the whites of the eyes of the Elves. They were full of sorrow, and as he went through one by one he could tell something happened. He was confused, he wondered if his brother was in the battle. Where was Rúmil?
By then the group of Elves approached Orophin, and they were quiet, as if they had a secret that they could not tell. He questioned them with his eyes, and one Elf walked up to him.
"What happened, what happened with the Orc-raid of the Northern Border?" Orophin asked.
"Orophin, y-your brother." The Elf paused. "Has been severely wounded." The aching pain multiplied a hundredfold in Orophin's heart.
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Calaglin carried Rúmil through the forest to Caras Galadhon as swiftly and quickly as possible. Everything was a blur, the Orcs, Rúmil on the ground, he couldn't believe how fast it had come and gone. But all that was important now was to get Rúmil to a doctor and as fast as possible. Calaglin could make out very few sounds; he couldn't hear the Elves that went with him. Were they behind him? 'I can't look back.' He thought. Thump. Thump. 'My heartbeat is so loud.' Thump.
Calaglin ran through the last few trees and entered the Elven city. "Help!" he called out. "Somebody help!" Rúmil was patched up a little bit from a soldier who had a little medical knowledge, but he did not have the right medicines to fully help him. Luckily, Rúmil's wound was deep but missed his heart and other vital organs. "Help!" Calaglin cried, this time deeper in Caras Galadhon.
Elves were walking out of their homes now to see what all the commotion was about. One waved his arms a few times and called Calaglin to him.
"Are you a healer?" Calaglin asked as the other Elf started to take Rúmil out of his arms. Calaglin already knew that he was, his father had told him that this Elf had once healed his grandsire. Still, he felt as if he should confirm it.
"Yes." The Elf said as he quickly went back into his home. Calaglin followed him and shut the door behind him, then went into a small room in the back. The room had one small bed, and the whole area was fragranced with the scents of many plants and herbs used for healing. The Elf laid his friend on the bed and grabbed a large bowl with some leafs in it. Calaglin was about to ask what he was doing, when a beautiful young maiden, clad in blue with hair as golden as the sun could ever be, startled him.
"I think you should leave." She said gently but yet commanding.
"But-" Calaglin started but was cut off.
"It would be best." The lady gestured for him to leave and gave him a reassuring smile. "Everything will be fine. You may wait inside if you wish." Calaglin glared at her. He couldn't believe he was taking orders from a female but he was.
"No thank you, I wish to wait outside." With that he stormed out.
The Elf-maid watched the stranger leave and then descended back into the room where he father tended the wounded soldier.
"Uruviel," the Elf said to the other as he finished wrapping the wound around Rúmil's chest.
"Yes, Father?"
"Will you bring to me a cool wet cloth?" Uruviel's father asked. She nodded, but at that moment Rúmil's eyes fluttered open and stared up at her.
With a weak voice he asked her, "Am I dead?"
She smiled and kneeled down to him and placed her hand on his forehead. "No, all his well."
"But, but you are so fair. You are Elbereth." Rúmil's head rolled back and he fell silent again.
Uruviel smiled.
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Hi! I hoped you liked Chapter 3! You know what I've noticed? My chapters are getting pretty short. They were usually semi-normal when I wrote for SSX Tricky. Oh well. Shorter chapters mean I can update more, right? Until Chapter 4! ~Jay P
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