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"Melamin,
Amin mela lle."
The soft, soothing voice flowed through Riania's unconscious mind, although she could still understand it. Elvish, her native tongue, sounded so much more natural than common speech. But both the Elvish and Common language echoed in her thoughts, together.
"Tulanin, ninya maelda. Autavá. Melánël. Lú ëaenwina... Ni rucin tenel. Tulmir I cálë..."
"Come back to me, my love. Please, do not go. I love you, get well. Time
is running short.. I am worried about you. Come into the light..."
All around her, a white light shone beautifully and purely. It was a wonderful place to be, and she wished she could stay here forever, so serene, so calm, and so peaceful..
But then that gentle, kind voice interrupted her again.
"Tulanin, ninya maelda, melamin.."
"Come back to me, my love.."
It seemed that whomever that gorgeous voice belonged to was pleading for her to come back. But who would want her? And who would ever want to leave this world..
But memories flooded back at the sound of those words.
Amin mela lle..
I love you..
Thranduil, her husband, so gallant and brave, so handsome and kind, the King of all of Mirkwood..
Miroros, her cousin, who saved her life, gave up everything in his future- fame, love, and life..
And the child within her, the heir to the throne, so pure and innocent, unspoiled by evil and corruption. The child would be great, would go on many an adventure, and for some unknown reason, she felt as though this child would do something of the utmost importance when it grew older, go on a quest so great..
Should she return to this world that she knew, the one full of evil and peril, or stay in the most wonderful, beautiful place she would ever know?
Sighing-or so it seemed to be a sigh, for in this world she had no real "body," per-say, more of just a presence-she listened closely for that voice again, and when it sounded once more, she managed to follow the fading darkness of it. When suddenly, after following the echo for some time, she surfaced into life, as she knew it. And she should have regretted it, for the pain was so harsh she thought she might die again, but she had all of those close to her on her mind.
* * * *
Thranduil spoke words of comfort and pleading into his wife's ear. He begged her to return, begged her to heal and come alive again, and begged her not to leave him..
"Tulmir I cálë..."
"Come into the light.."
It was a long wait, watching the shallow breathing of Riania's body start to slow and fade away, watching her dying right before his very eyes, and all he could do was plead to her to return.
Once Riania had been taken to the hospital wing, all the best healers studied her and her body. But they had found nothing, at first, they knew not of what she drank.
But then, an ancient Elf of Mirkwood stepped forward and pricked the queen's fingertip. The blood that flowed from her body was black, and then they knew. Thranduil realized Riania had drunken a poison of some sort, but what was worse, mixed with that poison was *irtune. That was what had killed his parents, and that was what was about to take his beloved from him. The only way to bring her back would be for HER to choose to return, but the Other Worlds were spectacular, and therefore it was always highly unlikely for an Elf to choose Middle Earth over Paradise.
But Riania was strong, Thranduil knew, so he just whispered his words to her, knowing she could still hear him. He spoke of his love, of her healing, of her life that she cherished.
Finally, after watching Riania fade to darkness, her breathing ceased altogether. She was lost, forever gone, and Thranduil started to lose hope. But suddenly, after one last, "Amin mela lle," Riania began to sputter and cough over and over, shaking uncontrollably. And Thranduil wept openly, a smile upon his face, as he wrapped his arms around her in love and happiness.
"A! Melamin," he cried quietly, kissing her face over and over. "I knew you would come back." But alas, this feat that almost none other has ever done, Riania was exhausted and was unconscious, but healed. When the Elves checked her blood, it was its normal color. No one knew how this could be, but only knew that it was a miracle. The healers and others who had gathered left their King as was, ever embracing his wife in tender love.
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*Irtune-A purple-ish flower, found only in the forests of Mordor (!) and is deadly to Elves. If it enters their bloodstream, nothing can stop it. Except, in this case, what Laurah didn't know was that the other poison she put in there to kill the baby, sort of cancelled out the, once-in- bloodstream-nothing-can-stop-it. So, even though Riania "technically" died, she came back because of her will to live. It was sort of a magic thing, so it's hard to explain, so I'll just leave it at, "It was magic." Okay, I hope I didn't confuse you, because I sort of confused myself..
And yes, I know, I know, that was a pretty long chapter compared to the others in this story! But hey, there was a lot I had to say in this chapter. And besides, you haven't had a chapter in a few days, so this should have kept you busy for what would normally be my regular parts of the story! Heheheheh. Hope you liked it. And I'm sorry if you wished Riania should have died, because that would have been more "realistic." But hey, there's still unwritten chapters I have to complete! But don't worry, it gets exciting.. And there are a few unknown secrets that will be revealed, hence the title. ^_^ But have no fear! They will come soon enough.. Have patience..
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"Melamin,
Amin mela lle."
The soft, soothing voice flowed through Riania's unconscious mind, although she could still understand it. Elvish, her native tongue, sounded so much more natural than common speech. But both the Elvish and Common language echoed in her thoughts, together.
"Tulanin, ninya maelda. Autavá. Melánël. Lú ëaenwina... Ni rucin tenel. Tulmir I cálë..."
"Come back to me, my love. Please, do not go. I love you, get well. Time
is running short.. I am worried about you. Come into the light..."
All around her, a white light shone beautifully and purely. It was a wonderful place to be, and she wished she could stay here forever, so serene, so calm, and so peaceful..
But then that gentle, kind voice interrupted her again.
"Tulanin, ninya maelda, melamin.."
"Come back to me, my love.."
It seemed that whomever that gorgeous voice belonged to was pleading for her to come back. But who would want her? And who would ever want to leave this world..
But memories flooded back at the sound of those words.
Amin mela lle..
I love you..
Thranduil, her husband, so gallant and brave, so handsome and kind, the King of all of Mirkwood..
Miroros, her cousin, who saved her life, gave up everything in his future- fame, love, and life..
And the child within her, the heir to the throne, so pure and innocent, unspoiled by evil and corruption. The child would be great, would go on many an adventure, and for some unknown reason, she felt as though this child would do something of the utmost importance when it grew older, go on a quest so great..
Should she return to this world that she knew, the one full of evil and peril, or stay in the most wonderful, beautiful place she would ever know?
Sighing-or so it seemed to be a sigh, for in this world she had no real "body," per-say, more of just a presence-she listened closely for that voice again, and when it sounded once more, she managed to follow the fading darkness of it. When suddenly, after following the echo for some time, she surfaced into life, as she knew it. And she should have regretted it, for the pain was so harsh she thought she might die again, but she had all of those close to her on her mind.
* * * *
Thranduil spoke words of comfort and pleading into his wife's ear. He begged her to return, begged her to heal and come alive again, and begged her not to leave him..
"Tulmir I cálë..."
"Come into the light.."
It was a long wait, watching the shallow breathing of Riania's body start to slow and fade away, watching her dying right before his very eyes, and all he could do was plead to her to return.
Once Riania had been taken to the hospital wing, all the best healers studied her and her body. But they had found nothing, at first, they knew not of what she drank.
But then, an ancient Elf of Mirkwood stepped forward and pricked the queen's fingertip. The blood that flowed from her body was black, and then they knew. Thranduil realized Riania had drunken a poison of some sort, but what was worse, mixed with that poison was *irtune. That was what had killed his parents, and that was what was about to take his beloved from him. The only way to bring her back would be for HER to choose to return, but the Other Worlds were spectacular, and therefore it was always highly unlikely for an Elf to choose Middle Earth over Paradise.
But Riania was strong, Thranduil knew, so he just whispered his words to her, knowing she could still hear him. He spoke of his love, of her healing, of her life that she cherished.
Finally, after watching Riania fade to darkness, her breathing ceased altogether. She was lost, forever gone, and Thranduil started to lose hope. But suddenly, after one last, "Amin mela lle," Riania began to sputter and cough over and over, shaking uncontrollably. And Thranduil wept openly, a smile upon his face, as he wrapped his arms around her in love and happiness.
"A! Melamin," he cried quietly, kissing her face over and over. "I knew you would come back." But alas, this feat that almost none other has ever done, Riania was exhausted and was unconscious, but healed. When the Elves checked her blood, it was its normal color. No one knew how this could be, but only knew that it was a miracle. The healers and others who had gathered left their King as was, ever embracing his wife in tender love.
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*Irtune-A purple-ish flower, found only in the forests of Mordor (!) and is deadly to Elves. If it enters their bloodstream, nothing can stop it. Except, in this case, what Laurah didn't know was that the other poison she put in there to kill the baby, sort of cancelled out the, once-in- bloodstream-nothing-can-stop-it. So, even though Riania "technically" died, she came back because of her will to live. It was sort of a magic thing, so it's hard to explain, so I'll just leave it at, "It was magic." Okay, I hope I didn't confuse you, because I sort of confused myself..
And yes, I know, I know, that was a pretty long chapter compared to the others in this story! But hey, there was a lot I had to say in this chapter. And besides, you haven't had a chapter in a few days, so this should have kept you busy for what would normally be my regular parts of the story! Heheheheh. Hope you liked it. And I'm sorry if you wished Riania should have died, because that would have been more "realistic." But hey, there's still unwritten chapters I have to complete! But don't worry, it gets exciting.. And there are a few unknown secrets that will be revealed, hence the title. ^_^ But have no fear! They will come soon enough.. Have patience..
