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... LOL.
Summary: When an unknown evil thratens 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: Sorry it's taken so long for me to update. I got writer's block on this
fic and ended up starting a new one to work it off. It's also and A/A
romance, but it's an AU where elves are slaves. I know, it's a popular plot
lately, but I think I'm doing pretty well with it, at least I hope I am.
Why don't you go and check it out, and you can tell me what you think. I
just uploaded the 4th chapter, and nobody has read it yet.
Thanks to all the people who have reviewed so far. I REALLY love hearing from
you guys.
If you would like a lil email telling you when I update, just say so in the
review and I'll send ya a link for the next chapter. =)
I Peleth Gail o Undomiel
Chapter Ten - Searching
Maliya walked to one of the nearest Healers and asked him, "Excuse me, but do
you know where may find Lady Celebythil? Lord Elrond wishes to speak with
her."
The man thought for a moment then replied with a stern voice, "I believe she
is gathering herbs at the moment, per request of Healer Olnath."
The young elf bowed her head and quickly left the room. She had never enjoyed
conversing with the elder Healers, for they were often formal and easily
offended. Hoever, Celebythil was the exception. She was always kind to those
around her and was a close friend of Lady Arwen's.
Within minutes she found herself inside the private garden where the Healers
grew their herbs. There had been few times that she had entered this place,
but each visit was joyous. The various scents of the plants drifted through
the air, calming her nerves and helping her feel at ease. Almost immediately
after entering she was spotted by the one she was seeking.
"Maliya! What a wonderful surprise. I have not seen you recently. What brings
you to the garden?" the Healer asked, standing and walking towards the girl.
Smiling she answered, "You actually. My Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you
immediately. It concerns his daughter, Lady Arwen."
"Arwen?" Celebythil began to look concerned. "Is there something wrong?"
"I know not. My Lord told me only to bid you come quickly."
Leaving the small area, the Healer left her satchel of herbs with her
assistant in the House, heading towards the main building. Before she had
made it there, a cry was heard throughout Rivendell. Turning, she ran towards
the awful sound.
~~~~~~~~~~
The small group that had set out from Imladris raced forward, heading towards
Mirkwood, where the twins Elladan and Elrohir had last seen Aragorn. It was
unlikely that he would still be there, being the Ranger he was, but it was
possible he could be somewhere in that area.
Minyafeawen, the elf Elrond has selected to lead them, was positioned at the
front. Her white horse gleamed in the sun, her dark hair trailing behind her
was they sped against the wind. Her mind turned, calculating how far they
would be able to go before the horses would need to rest. 'Not far enough,'
she decided.
Two others in the party were having the same thoughts as their leader. Halian
and Joelen often traveled these roads, and they knew that time was not on
their side. They had to move quickly, but unlike the elves who could last for
quite a while before needing rest, the horses had shorter limits.
All the elves could sense the urgency of this mission. A great darkness had
descended upon the Lady Undomiel, and they could sense they were going
against a powerful enemy. These feelings rested heavily on them, lingering on
their hearts and leaving a horrible taste at the back of their throats.
"We *must* find him." Minyafeawen's whisper traveled on the breeze to all
their ears, the determination in her voice bringing them renewed hope.
A/N: Okay, yet again, you don't get to find out what happened to Arwen. I
need a lot more time than what I have to write that chapter, and this one was
extremely forced as it is, so it probably isn't too good. I'll try working on
the next chapter as soon as I can. This chapter was just kind of a filler,
letting you know what's going on and everything. *evil grin* I love being
in control.
Hint: The next chapter may or may not feature a duel of sorts.
You wanna read more? Tell me, and your wish shall be command
.
Till next time!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
March 31, 2002
Tolkien and associates - though I do wish that I could lay claim to that
handsome Ranger... LOL.
Summary: When an unknown evil thratens 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: Sorry it's taken so long for me to update. I got writer's block on this
fic and ended up starting a new one to work it off. It's also and A/A
romance, but it's an AU where elves are slaves. I know, it's a popular plot
lately, but I think I'm doing pretty well with it, at least I hope I am.
Why don't you go and check it out, and you can tell me what you think. I
just uploaded the 4th chapter, and nobody has read it yet.
Thanks to all the people who have reviewed so far. I REALLY love hearing from
you guys.
If you would like a lil email telling you when I update, just say so in the
review and I'll send ya a link for the next chapter. =)
I Peleth Gail o Undomiel
Chapter Ten - Searching
Maliya walked to one of the nearest Healers and asked him, "Excuse me, but do
you know where may find Lady Celebythil? Lord Elrond wishes to speak with
her."
The man thought for a moment then replied with a stern voice, "I believe she
is gathering herbs at the moment, per request of Healer Olnath."
The young elf bowed her head and quickly left the room. She had never enjoyed
conversing with the elder Healers, for they were often formal and easily
offended. Hoever, Celebythil was the exception. She was always kind to those
around her and was a close friend of Lady Arwen's.
Within minutes she found herself inside the private garden where the Healers
grew their herbs. There had been few times that she had entered this place,
but each visit was joyous. The various scents of the plants drifted through
the air, calming her nerves and helping her feel at ease. Almost immediately
after entering she was spotted by the one she was seeking.
"Maliya! What a wonderful surprise. I have not seen you recently. What brings
you to the garden?" the Healer asked, standing and walking towards the girl.
Smiling she answered, "You actually. My Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you
immediately. It concerns his daughter, Lady Arwen."
"Arwen?" Celebythil began to look concerned. "Is there something wrong?"
"I know not. My Lord told me only to bid you come quickly."
Leaving the small area, the Healer left her satchel of herbs with her
assistant in the House, heading towards the main building. Before she had
made it there, a cry was heard throughout Rivendell. Turning, she ran towards
the awful sound.
~~~~~~~~~~
The small group that had set out from Imladris raced forward, heading towards
Mirkwood, where the twins Elladan and Elrohir had last seen Aragorn. It was
unlikely that he would still be there, being the Ranger he was, but it was
possible he could be somewhere in that area.
Minyafeawen, the elf Elrond has selected to lead them, was positioned at the
front. Her white horse gleamed in the sun, her dark hair trailing behind her
was they sped against the wind. Her mind turned, calculating how far they
would be able to go before the horses would need to rest. 'Not far enough,'
she decided.
Two others in the party were having the same thoughts as their leader. Halian
and Joelen often traveled these roads, and they knew that time was not on
their side. They had to move quickly, but unlike the elves who could last for
quite a while before needing rest, the horses had shorter limits.
All the elves could sense the urgency of this mission. A great darkness had
descended upon the Lady Undomiel, and they could sense they were going
against a powerful enemy. These feelings rested heavily on them, lingering on
their hearts and leaving a horrible taste at the back of their throats.
"We *must* find him." Minyafeawen's whisper traveled on the breeze to all
their ears, the determination in her voice bringing them renewed hope.
A/N: Okay, yet again, you don't get to find out what happened to Arwen. I
need a lot more time than what I have to write that chapter, and this one was
extremely forced as it is, so it probably isn't too good. I'll try working on
the next chapter as soon as I can. This chapter was just kind of a filler,
letting you know what's going on and everything. *evil grin* I love being
in control.
Hint: The next chapter may or may not feature a duel of sorts.
You wanna read more? Tell me, and your wish shall be command
.
Till next time!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
March 31, 2002