I Peleth Gail o Undomiel
Chapter Six - Mekhar
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR, that wonderful priveledge belongs to J. R. R.
Tolkien and associates - though I do wish that I could lay claim to that
handsome Ranger... Ah, Strider...
Summary: When an unknown evil threatens the life of the fair Arwen with a
poison unknown to all, those close to her must find a way to help her cope
with the awful effects.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I never thought so many people would read my
story and actually like it. I feel so loved! (LOL!)
Elvish is in "* *"
After what seemed like hours to the four men in the room, Arwen's heart
wrenching sobs quieted to shmmering tears that fell silently. She clung to
Legolas as if he were the last sane thing in the world, when at the moment
he was.
Legolas ran his hand over her hair as he had done when they were children and
she needed a shoulder to cry on. Softly he whispered, "What can I do?"
Slowly Arwen lifted her head and they could see the tears shining in her
silver-grey eyes like saddened stars on a moonless night. "Make it stop.
Please..."
Upon hearing this the Lord of Rivendell had to struggle against his own flood
of tears that threatened to spill over. He walked over to where his daughter
sat clutching her best friend, and sat beside her. "Oh my dear *iell*, I wish
that there was something that I could do to help you, but alas, we know
nothing of this strange illness that has fallen upon you," he said, careful
not to mention their suspicion of poisoning. He brought his hand up to her
back so as to try to comfort her, but quickly pulled back when he felt her
flinch at his touch.
Legolas too noticed this, and he was surprised to see a gathering of tears in
Elrond's normally bright eyes.
'How could this have happened?' he thought to himself as he stroked Arwen's
hair and whispered soothing words to her as she desperately fought against
the waves of pain and darkness that threatened to overtake her once again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alandra stared at the beautiful dark figure that stood in front of her. She
could feel the power that radiated from him, even though his presence was
only in mind and not body. He was an illusion, as he had been the many times
before.
Remembering her place, she knelt before him and uttered the words that had
become engraved in her soul, "Greetings, my Lord Mekhar."
"You have done well, Alandra, but not well enough," a commanding voice said. The sound was not deep, though certainly not high, and it grated against the heart.
"My...my lord...please," she stuttered, knowing what would happen if she
angered him.
A jolt of power hit her, flinging her to the ground while the voice yelled,
"SILENCE!"
She watched with tear filled eyes as the black figure moved towards her,
gliding across the floor that it did not even touch.
"You swore to me that you could get the Evenstar to take all the poison,
that you could kill her yourself. It was all lies I see, for she took only a
small dose. While it will still be her death, the poison will take longer to
do its work, and even though it will cause her and those around her more
pain, a wonderful thought to my mind, it will also give them more time to
find the cure!" Mekhar stopped and thought, then said, "Though if there is a
cure I do not know."
With that last idea he laughed, a dreadful sound that sent ice into your
veins. It was one of the most evil sounds that had ever been heard in the
history of Middle-earth.
"No matter. We will have our victory, and the Evenstar will suffer for what
they have done."
A/N: Well, I had hoped to make it longer, but ya know how that goes.
So who exactly is this mysterious Mekhar and what does he want with Arwen?
Check in for the next chapter to find out! *evil laugh*
Thanks again to all the wonderful people who reviewed. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
LOL. Please tell me what you think and if anyone has any ideas or opinions
about where they would like me to take this, please state in a review or you
can email me at Aryn Smok@aol.com. It's not the address that's listed on my
profile, but I check it more often than the other.
Translation: iell = daughter
THANKS AGAIN!
Nathronoelei
February 19, 2002
P.S.
Here's a little bit of trivia for you all:
Who is older, Arwen or Legolas, and by how many years?
(I figured this out and it's pretty interesting to know. Anyone care to
give it a try?)
I'll be posting the answer next week and whoever gets it right (if anyone
does) will get to be a character in my story! I'll either use a name of your
choosing or the name you sign the review with. If that still doesn't work,
I'll post a note along with the chapter stating that that's who the charcter
is supposed to be. So if you wanna make a guess, be sure to include a name
for me to use, just in case you get the answer right!
Chapter Six - Mekhar
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR, that wonderful priveledge belongs to J. R. R.
Tolkien and associates - though I do wish that I could lay claim to that
handsome Ranger... Ah, Strider...
Summary: When an unknown evil threatens the life of the fair Arwen with a
poison unknown to all, those close to her must find a way to help her cope
with the awful effects.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I never thought so many people would read my
story and actually like it. I feel so loved! (LOL!)
Elvish is in "* *"
After what seemed like hours to the four men in the room, Arwen's heart
wrenching sobs quieted to shmmering tears that fell silently. She clung to
Legolas as if he were the last sane thing in the world, when at the moment
he was.
Legolas ran his hand over her hair as he had done when they were children and
she needed a shoulder to cry on. Softly he whispered, "What can I do?"
Slowly Arwen lifted her head and they could see the tears shining in her
silver-grey eyes like saddened stars on a moonless night. "Make it stop.
Please..."
Upon hearing this the Lord of Rivendell had to struggle against his own flood
of tears that threatened to spill over. He walked over to where his daughter
sat clutching her best friend, and sat beside her. "Oh my dear *iell*, I wish
that there was something that I could do to help you, but alas, we know
nothing of this strange illness that has fallen upon you," he said, careful
not to mention their suspicion of poisoning. He brought his hand up to her
back so as to try to comfort her, but quickly pulled back when he felt her
flinch at his touch.
Legolas too noticed this, and he was surprised to see a gathering of tears in
Elrond's normally bright eyes.
'How could this have happened?' he thought to himself as he stroked Arwen's
hair and whispered soothing words to her as she desperately fought against
the waves of pain and darkness that threatened to overtake her once again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alandra stared at the beautiful dark figure that stood in front of her. She
could feel the power that radiated from him, even though his presence was
only in mind and not body. He was an illusion, as he had been the many times
before.
Remembering her place, she knelt before him and uttered the words that had
become engraved in her soul, "Greetings, my Lord Mekhar."
"You have done well, Alandra, but not well enough," a commanding voice said. The sound was not deep, though certainly not high, and it grated against the heart.
"My...my lord...please," she stuttered, knowing what would happen if she
angered him.
A jolt of power hit her, flinging her to the ground while the voice yelled,
"SILENCE!"
She watched with tear filled eyes as the black figure moved towards her,
gliding across the floor that it did not even touch.
"You swore to me that you could get the Evenstar to take all the poison,
that you could kill her yourself. It was all lies I see, for she took only a
small dose. While it will still be her death, the poison will take longer to
do its work, and even though it will cause her and those around her more
pain, a wonderful thought to my mind, it will also give them more time to
find the cure!" Mekhar stopped and thought, then said, "Though if there is a
cure I do not know."
With that last idea he laughed, a dreadful sound that sent ice into your
veins. It was one of the most evil sounds that had ever been heard in the
history of Middle-earth.
"No matter. We will have our victory, and the Evenstar will suffer for what
they have done."
A/N: Well, I had hoped to make it longer, but ya know how that goes.
So who exactly is this mysterious Mekhar and what does he want with Arwen?
Check in for the next chapter to find out! *evil laugh*
Thanks again to all the wonderful people who reviewed. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
LOL. Please tell me what you think and if anyone has any ideas or opinions
about where they would like me to take this, please state in a review or you
can email me at Aryn Smok@aol.com. It's not the address that's listed on my
profile, but I check it more often than the other.
Translation: iell = daughter
THANKS AGAIN!
Nathronoelei
February 19, 2002
P.S.
Here's a little bit of trivia for you all:
Who is older, Arwen or Legolas, and by how many years?
(I figured this out and it's pretty interesting to know. Anyone care to
give it a try?)
I'll be posting the answer next week and whoever gets it right (if anyone
does) will get to be a character in my story! I'll either use a name of your
choosing or the name you sign the review with. If that still doesn't work,
I'll post a note along with the chapter stating that that's who the charcter
is supposed to be. So if you wanna make a guess, be sure to include a name
for me to use, just in case you get the answer right!