A/N Yeah it really has been a long time since I updated but this chapter is
really long and I hope it's worth the wait. I also started writing
something else but it won't appear for ages. I've given up on Elvish for
this chapter, because I accidentally started speaking it in French and got
a detention. It's almost the same… sort of… well, they're both foreign
languages anyway… Thank you everyone who reviewed.
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"Laithol," Pherwing said tentatively, entering his quarters. She knew he would be very upset about what had happened, but she had to try and put things right.
"Laithol?" she said again, louder. He didn't seem to be there. She went to check the dressing room, thinking he may be in there. She stepped in, and her eyes grew wide. There was a trail of something on the floor, mostly soaked up in the rug. She put her hand down to see what it was, and it came up red, warm and sticky. She followed it to behind the screen, where there was a shadow. She screamed out loud, and wanted to run for help, but couldn't move. She fell down next to her brother and found she couldn't get up. She stayed there and wept.
The next morning a servant came in to see what she could do for Laithol that morning, and immediately she saw the stains began screaming for someone, anyone. Several guards rushed in and carried away the unconscious siblings. Pherwing finally awoke at lunch time the next day,
"What the, where am I, what happened?" she asked, her voice still a little slurred from sleep.
"My Lady has woken!" came a disembodied voice from somewhere else in the room. Pherwing looked around for the speaker, but her eyes were full of sleep and she couldn't see properly.
"Hush, Elenia, she may not be quite ready to awaken yet," said the voice of an obviously older woman.
"Sorry," came the whispered reply. Pherwing rubbed her eyes and saw two elves, one younger and one older at the foot of her bed, watching her intently with concern written plainly across their faces.
"No, I'm fine, but where is my brother?" she asked, awful haunting memories returning.
"My Lady, he is still out. We have messengers at the ready to bring us news when he awakens," said the younger, with a reassuring but nervous half- smile.
"Why, what do you mean, messengers, where is he?" asked Pherwing, unnerved.
"He is in Rivendell, he required the healing skills of Lord Elrond. He should be back a few days after he has woken," said the elder elf, and placed a firm and reassuring hand on Pherwing's shoulder, "He lost a lot of blood, but he is strong, he will pull through." She said, and gave the same sort of reassuring half-smile the younger girl had given here, without the light-heartedness the other had contained.
"Then I must go there at once!" she said, leaping up.
"You owe 10 silver pieces!" said the Elenia triumphantly, and then blushed profusely.
"Why, exactly, does who owe you ten silver pieces?" asked Pherwing, her curiosity aroused despite the situation.
"I made a bet with Sirithcranwen that you would ask to go to Rivendell within ten minutes of finding out he was there. And I won. We've packed for you, by the way!" said Elenia brightly, and pointed to six small bags.
"I won't need that much! I'll be in the family coach!" said Pherwing, with a bemused smile.
"Actually, we're under strict instructions from the Prince not to let you go, but we knew you would, so we'll have to walk," said Sirithcranwen with a sort of smile, but not quite.
"We?" said Pherwing.
"We!" confirmed Elenia.
"Didn't think we'd let you go alone, did you? Get dressed and we'll leave. Nothing fancy, mind. Archery wear or something," said Sirithcranwen.
Moments later the three were sneaking out of the manor via the servants entrance. Elenia giggled rather loudly, and attracted funny looks from others using the same path.
"Be quiet!" scolded Sirithcranwen, but the telling-off lost it's effect due to the fact she had an indulgent smile on her face. They walked solidly for a few hours, and gradually the constant stream of walkers who seemed to be going in the same direction as them broke up. This was a relief, as Pherwing could finally remove the stifling hood she'd had pulled over her head that no one would recognise her.
"My feet hurt, how far to Rivendell?" whined Elenia, sitting down at the foot of a tree. Pherwing said nothing, but when Sirithcranwen sat down, reluctantly sat on a bough and stared back to Mirkwood. She couldn't believe she'd left Legolas there. But he didn't want to go, didn't want her to go. It was for her own safety, she knew, but why couldn't he understand she loved her brother as much as she loved him, albeit in a different way. He had no need to be jealous, as it didn't seem to be a problem that she loved him, and she didn't have to choose between them. Good job, as she couldn't. The sun set on the horizon, the trees of Mirkwood towering above her, and the night was filled with birdsong, and that of Ulmo, in the waters.
"Ai! Elbereth! Will he forgive me?" she asked, turning to look at the emerging stars. She refused the supper kindly offered to her by Elenia, and did not sleep that night.
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A/N My muse is off skiing for now. Ulmo is one of the Valar, the ainur, who created Middle earth, along with Manwe. He created the waters and wed the sister of Orome. If you want to know anything else ask me enough and I MAY post a bit more. Other wise just read the Silmarrilion.
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"Laithol," Pherwing said tentatively, entering his quarters. She knew he would be very upset about what had happened, but she had to try and put things right.
"Laithol?" she said again, louder. He didn't seem to be there. She went to check the dressing room, thinking he may be in there. She stepped in, and her eyes grew wide. There was a trail of something on the floor, mostly soaked up in the rug. She put her hand down to see what it was, and it came up red, warm and sticky. She followed it to behind the screen, where there was a shadow. She screamed out loud, and wanted to run for help, but couldn't move. She fell down next to her brother and found she couldn't get up. She stayed there and wept.
The next morning a servant came in to see what she could do for Laithol that morning, and immediately she saw the stains began screaming for someone, anyone. Several guards rushed in and carried away the unconscious siblings. Pherwing finally awoke at lunch time the next day,
"What the, where am I, what happened?" she asked, her voice still a little slurred from sleep.
"My Lady has woken!" came a disembodied voice from somewhere else in the room. Pherwing looked around for the speaker, but her eyes were full of sleep and she couldn't see properly.
"Hush, Elenia, she may not be quite ready to awaken yet," said the voice of an obviously older woman.
"Sorry," came the whispered reply. Pherwing rubbed her eyes and saw two elves, one younger and one older at the foot of her bed, watching her intently with concern written plainly across their faces.
"No, I'm fine, but where is my brother?" she asked, awful haunting memories returning.
"My Lady, he is still out. We have messengers at the ready to bring us news when he awakens," said the younger, with a reassuring but nervous half- smile.
"Why, what do you mean, messengers, where is he?" asked Pherwing, unnerved.
"He is in Rivendell, he required the healing skills of Lord Elrond. He should be back a few days after he has woken," said the elder elf, and placed a firm and reassuring hand on Pherwing's shoulder, "He lost a lot of blood, but he is strong, he will pull through." She said, and gave the same sort of reassuring half-smile the younger girl had given here, without the light-heartedness the other had contained.
"Then I must go there at once!" she said, leaping up.
"You owe 10 silver pieces!" said the Elenia triumphantly, and then blushed profusely.
"Why, exactly, does who owe you ten silver pieces?" asked Pherwing, her curiosity aroused despite the situation.
"I made a bet with Sirithcranwen that you would ask to go to Rivendell within ten minutes of finding out he was there. And I won. We've packed for you, by the way!" said Elenia brightly, and pointed to six small bags.
"I won't need that much! I'll be in the family coach!" said Pherwing, with a bemused smile.
"Actually, we're under strict instructions from the Prince not to let you go, but we knew you would, so we'll have to walk," said Sirithcranwen with a sort of smile, but not quite.
"We?" said Pherwing.
"We!" confirmed Elenia.
"Didn't think we'd let you go alone, did you? Get dressed and we'll leave. Nothing fancy, mind. Archery wear or something," said Sirithcranwen.
Moments later the three were sneaking out of the manor via the servants entrance. Elenia giggled rather loudly, and attracted funny looks from others using the same path.
"Be quiet!" scolded Sirithcranwen, but the telling-off lost it's effect due to the fact she had an indulgent smile on her face. They walked solidly for a few hours, and gradually the constant stream of walkers who seemed to be going in the same direction as them broke up. This was a relief, as Pherwing could finally remove the stifling hood she'd had pulled over her head that no one would recognise her.
"My feet hurt, how far to Rivendell?" whined Elenia, sitting down at the foot of a tree. Pherwing said nothing, but when Sirithcranwen sat down, reluctantly sat on a bough and stared back to Mirkwood. She couldn't believe she'd left Legolas there. But he didn't want to go, didn't want her to go. It was for her own safety, she knew, but why couldn't he understand she loved her brother as much as she loved him, albeit in a different way. He had no need to be jealous, as it didn't seem to be a problem that she loved him, and she didn't have to choose between them. Good job, as she couldn't. The sun set on the horizon, the trees of Mirkwood towering above her, and the night was filled with birdsong, and that of Ulmo, in the waters.
"Ai! Elbereth! Will he forgive me?" she asked, turning to look at the emerging stars. She refused the supper kindly offered to her by Elenia, and did not sleep that night.
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A/N My muse is off skiing for now. Ulmo is one of the Valar, the ainur, who created Middle earth, along with Manwe. He created the waters and wed the sister of Orome. If you want to know anything else ask me enough and I MAY post a bit more. Other wise just read the Silmarrilion.