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Chapter 7

The day was finally over. Such a long circle did the earth made this time. It seemed as if the earth was mourning for Gwirith's death and was expecting to be informed about the conclusion of the fight between Legolas and Guthrum, the horrible beast that was designated by Belgos to perform the killing. Once Belgos carried out the orders given to him by the Matron, he returned to the meeting place where the merchant and Elvanshalee were closing the deal.

However, to Belgos amazement, his dark elf's eyes could only caught sight of dead corpses and blood. The merchant was gone, so was its carriage.

Still, a noise rattled behind an ancient armour and a sudden movement diverted Belgos attention.

It was the orc servant, Ugkrísh.

He captured the orc before he could escape.

-What on Lloth's name happened here?. Answer me, slave!-

-My master shall destroy you, Dark elves of the Underground, for your treacherous deed. Intelligent it was not from your part to increase the intensity of his wrath. Now, you shall all perish. All Middle Earth shall tremble before his presence. –

-Little worm. How shall I slice you?.

-I care not. You shall die as well, soon. Hahahahaha- and Belgos with a furious unnatural force, threw him to the ground.

Belgos left the orc there and went for more guards.

-There is an unpleasant guest in the Main Garden. Waylay his escape and assailed him. Once you are done with it, find the matron. I fear for her life. Though she is all mighty, I believe she is in great peril. Hurry!!- ordered Belgos to a guard he encountered while searching for servants of the House and for some answers to the questions that arouse in his mind.

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~*Legolas POV*~

After I exterminated the life of that dark creature, I astonishingly admired my surroundings. Though, I could find not mirth in my victory. Her spirit abandoned my body and I was devastated and confused.

I located the corpse of the she-human and approached it one more time.

She looked so peaceful. Her skin was cold when my fingers caressed her cheeks.

A tear escaped the domains of my eyes. I had a vision about her and was supposed to aid her and I failed. I failed my task.

Her silence tormented me. I would prefer her to yell at me like the dream rather than witnessing to her passing. This cannot be. I have never failed any living soul. How can this be happening?. An evil presence must be at work. It must.

As the night leaves its place for the sun to rise, I catch a glimpse at one of the last stars in the firmament.

That particular one shines so brightly in spite of its future destiny.

Melenmakar, the brightest lamp emanating its last light before it fades till the next earth cycle.

Melenmakar, the Swordsman of the Sky, the old starlight that comforted the grievances of Luthien, of Niniel, of my entire race.

That might be the reason for my being able to listen to the Call of the Sea. It was so strong, so appealing.

I yearn for my past and yet for my future, for my heart is…

What would Gimli say if he saw me like this? Probably laugh and be merry that elves are not so tough after all. That we do have feelings and yearn for the warmth of a female companion for the end of the days of Arda.

I looked down and my eyes met her closed ones. I have to collect myself, to return to the present events.

-I should leave this place. It was highly patrolled by many dark guards. That was even queerer. Those creatures were dark as orcs but resemble the physical features of any ordinary elf. I shall inquire the Wise of Ithilien about this matter some other time.- uttered Legolas in his soft, velvet-like voice.

Once I confirmed that there was not a creature around, I looked down on this human and embraced her in my arms.

-Come on, Legolas. Rise and widen the distance between this she-human and the dark, fell creatures as fast as you can be. Come on now. Rise!!- ordered Legolas to himself, for he might got involved in a predicament if he and the she-human remained there.

When I realized that I am able to walk unnoticed, I reach the entrance and quickly vanished to their eyes.

I whistle for Roch Eressëa and call out its name.

Swiftly, as a one of the breed of the Mearas might have done it, Roch Eressëa came galloping from his hiding place wherein he was wandering, resting and eating a portion of green grass. It trotted carefully through the rubble to where I stood. Once it was only a few inches of distance, it lifted its head and neighed to me. A moment later, I whisper my plans to Roch in Sindarin and the horse did as I say. Thus, the horse lowered its body by kneeling his front legs, allowing me to place the she-human in its back.

Legolas placed her in front of him. While his lips produced a chant that his people used to say in such situations, his left hand stroke her hair that was filled with little leaves and dust. Fixing his glance to a certain direction, the blonde elf urged the horse onwards and they rode towards greener fields where the meadows seemed more pleasant to rest.

Hence, all three of us, left those horribly obscure lands.

The arrows of the Sun went down on me tenderly, like a caress. Calm was my mind, for a smooth sensation washed over my Hroa.

My sight was suddenly lost in the horizon. I could barely caught a few sounds. 'Twas the mighty Seas of Ulmo again. It was reaching out to me like a spell.

It dozed my mind to yearn for the shores of the Undying Lands, of the blessed Realm of Valinor, where there is bliss and joy for those who look upon it and are allowed to set foot in them.

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~*Gwirith's POV*~

My body felt so light. I felt as light as a feather, as if I had the ability to flout like an spectrum, wandering Middle Earth.

Unexpectedly, I felt like a strange force rent me from my bosom and carried me through a tunnel that seemed to end in a bright light.

Might that be the Hall of Mandos?.

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Meanwhile, many Valar were discussing the events happening in the surface of Middle Earth after Iluvatar informed about what His mighty sight had observed. All of them reached an agreement of what shall be the fate of this girl, for she still had an important role to play in the history of Arda.

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~*Gwirith's POV*~

Awaking from unconsciousness, my skin can barely respond to the cold temperature I was seemingly bearing.

I shuddered to the stillness of the morning and to its cold breeze. I don't remember much. Just the Pain and Blood, and those dark creatures, and the dolphin in agony, and that fair creature of my dreams … I realized that my memory was intact after all.

A breath of life obliged my eyes to open widely as if to capture with my retina all I have missed so far.

My eyes begun to perceive far too much light, and I'm forced to close them one more time.

Wait!. I don't remember light at all. I must be in a different location. But how was I able to move when I felt as if my life was passing to the halls of Mandos?. And where I am?.

I opened my eyes a second time and I was not able to comprehend my surroundings. A shadow is in front of me. The silhouette seemed as if he or she was staring at me. Who are you?, I wondered.

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To Be Continue …