The Mirkwood Elf
The wind was blowing something fierce when Nuinregwen decided to head back home. It was night out and a huge snow storm had started that afternoon. It did not bother Nuinregwen though. For the cold did not affect the snow elves as much as others. She dropped down from her perch on a tree and was about to get on her horse Nephredil when she hurt a faint noise far off.
"Be silent," she bade Nephredil, and climbed back into the tree. She lept silently from tree to tree closer to where she had heard the noise. She finally stopped in a large pine tree and waited for whatever it was to come into view. Finally she could see what had made the noise. It was an elf. She could tell from the clothing that it was indeed a Mirkwood elf. The elf was clad in colors of green, and had only a light cloak. She could not tell what the elf looked like because the hood of his cloak covered his face. The elf was shivering uncontrollably and from the looks of it, had been hurt. The clothing had tares at the chest. Around the area it was coated with blood. Whenever the elf took a step, a few dropplets of blood stained the white snow.
The elf took a few more steps and then collapsed into the snow. Nuinregwen once assured there was no danger, lept down from the tree and walked towards the fallen elf. She kneeled down next to him and gently rolled him over. When she moved the hood she relized the elf was male and was startled to see that the face which she was sure to be quite an attractive one was very near the color of blue and had scratches all over it. She pushed his cloak aside and inspected his wound. He had deep gashes into his skin which gave her evidence to believe he was attacked by a snow wolf.
He was too heavy to carry so she whistled and seconds later Nephredil arrived. With the help of a fallen tree, she placed him on Nephredil's back and leaded her to an area secluded by many trees in which blocked the wind. She gathered wood and made a fire. She grabbed a blanket from the bag on her saddle and spread it out before the fire. She then placed the elf on the blanket and removed his ripped tunic and cloak. Since she was in the woods so much, she usually kept plenty of supplies in which she might need. So she took out a pan and put snow in it to melt over the fire. Once it melted she ripped off a piece of his cloak and began to wash his wounds. Once done with that she rubbed a cooling salve on them that would keep him from infection until she could get him to the healers. Finally she wrapped some cloth around his chest and placed her fur cloak over him.
After awhile, she noticed some color coming back into his face. Though it seemed that her salve did not work. Soon he received a fever and was tossing and turning in his sleep. He would wake up for a few seconds and then fall back into a fitful sleep. But she was able to poor some broth down his throat in those scarce seconds. She decided there was nothing left that she could do and that he must be taken back to the castle as soon as possible. So she cleaned up her little camp and put everything back into the saddle.
It wasn't the easiest thing getting him over to Nephredil and she tried to put him on her but failed. She looked up to see Nephredil staring at her with eyes that said she was laughing at her."You know, this isn't very easy Nephredil. A little help with him wouldn't be to much to ask would it?" Nephredil snorted and fell down to her knees. This made it much easier to put the elf into the saddle. Once he was in it, Nuinregwen slid in behind him and put her arms around his chest to keep him from falling off. "Let's go home Nephredil." Nephredil knowing she'd get some suger cubes back home bolted off into the white night.
The wind was blowing something fierce when Nuinregwen decided to head back home. It was night out and a huge snow storm had started that afternoon. It did not bother Nuinregwen though. For the cold did not affect the snow elves as much as others. She dropped down from her perch on a tree and was about to get on her horse Nephredil when she hurt a faint noise far off.
"Be silent," she bade Nephredil, and climbed back into the tree. She lept silently from tree to tree closer to where she had heard the noise. She finally stopped in a large pine tree and waited for whatever it was to come into view. Finally she could see what had made the noise. It was an elf. She could tell from the clothing that it was indeed a Mirkwood elf. The elf was clad in colors of green, and had only a light cloak. She could not tell what the elf looked like because the hood of his cloak covered his face. The elf was shivering uncontrollably and from the looks of it, had been hurt. The clothing had tares at the chest. Around the area it was coated with blood. Whenever the elf took a step, a few dropplets of blood stained the white snow.
The elf took a few more steps and then collapsed into the snow. Nuinregwen once assured there was no danger, lept down from the tree and walked towards the fallen elf. She kneeled down next to him and gently rolled him over. When she moved the hood she relized the elf was male and was startled to see that the face which she was sure to be quite an attractive one was very near the color of blue and had scratches all over it. She pushed his cloak aside and inspected his wound. He had deep gashes into his skin which gave her evidence to believe he was attacked by a snow wolf.
He was too heavy to carry so she whistled and seconds later Nephredil arrived. With the help of a fallen tree, she placed him on Nephredil's back and leaded her to an area secluded by many trees in which blocked the wind. She gathered wood and made a fire. She grabbed a blanket from the bag on her saddle and spread it out before the fire. She then placed the elf on the blanket and removed his ripped tunic and cloak. Since she was in the woods so much, she usually kept plenty of supplies in which she might need. So she took out a pan and put snow in it to melt over the fire. Once it melted she ripped off a piece of his cloak and began to wash his wounds. Once done with that she rubbed a cooling salve on them that would keep him from infection until she could get him to the healers. Finally she wrapped some cloth around his chest and placed her fur cloak over him.
After awhile, she noticed some color coming back into his face. Though it seemed that her salve did not work. Soon he received a fever and was tossing and turning in his sleep. He would wake up for a few seconds and then fall back into a fitful sleep. But she was able to poor some broth down his throat in those scarce seconds. She decided there was nothing left that she could do and that he must be taken back to the castle as soon as possible. So she cleaned up her little camp and put everything back into the saddle.
It wasn't the easiest thing getting him over to Nephredil and she tried to put him on her but failed. She looked up to see Nephredil staring at her with eyes that said she was laughing at her."You know, this isn't very easy Nephredil. A little help with him wouldn't be to much to ask would it?" Nephredil snorted and fell down to her knees. This made it much easier to put the elf into the saddle. Once he was in it, Nuinregwen slid in behind him and put her arms around his chest to keep him from falling off. "Let's go home Nephredil." Nephredil knowing she'd get some suger cubes back home bolted off into the white night.