Chapter 3
I origionally never intended to have this chapter, but I have recently finished the Silmarillion and found that "morwen" means dark maidian, and that suddenly made my muses join forces against me and after gaging me with medicine suckers, and forced me from my death bed to write....but soon in revenge I shall compose slightly disturbing slash fics about them.....
Siruis: Stick to the plot!*shoves get better bear for sore throats down her throat* And your against slash! Legolas: but your not. Siruis: and who's to beleive pretty boy isn't? Remus: *sipps tea and reads "His dark materials"* Padfoot, I suggest you refrain from calling the Elf Pretty boy, as it makes you seem gay. Legolas: wolf man has a strong point. Remus: What gives you the right to call me wolf-man? Legolas: The same right you don't have to call me The Elf.
**** Morwen
Dark maidian.
Thunder roared overhead as the grey skies poured relentless rain. That fell in bucket fulls through the foiliage, leavign the paths muddy and puddle ridden. A pair of Elven patrolers made their rounds. The youngest of the two, a bright eyed blonde watched as the rain washed the mingling black and red blood away. Making him think somberly.
"It seems as if all traces of the battle are now washed away. As if everything is now normal and it never happened."
"Not all traces have been washed away, Young one", the elderly gaurd said grimly as he pointed to a sodden figure, whose cloak was long been unuseful and soaked, a wet basket of herbs lay to her side on the steps, the plants were ruined by the rain. She seemed to stare intently at a point on the ground. As she was not far off, the younger of the gaurds called out to her.
"You there! Everyone has been ordered in to the dwellings, there was a battle here earlier you know!', he yelled but his superior placed a hand on his shoulder, his weathered eyes had caught sight of the tear streaked face, before she picked up her basket and retreated into the halls of the woodland king. the younger looked at him, questioningly.
"She lost one today."
"As did many" the younger rebuked.
"If they don't greive now than they will greive forever."
****
Morwen Rainstar hung her sopping cloak on a hook in the infirmary ward of Thranduil's castle, putting the basket on the stone table she attempted to salvage the plants. Using her work to block her mind of other things, she gathered what herbs her thought she might use, and started her rounds. Twice she mixed up the wrong medicine and five times she had to go back and get different herbs. She finally sat down out of exasperation.
She looked around seeing the many wounded, who rested some with their eyes open and some with their eyes closed, with aid of medicine. Her eyes wandered to a cold stone door. Behind it lay the shourded bodies of the dead. She bit her lip to stay the tears. It was hard to think of someone so close to her as being......no she wouldn't think of it.
To distract her mind she stood up and walked around to check on the patients. She reached the end, her eyes too teary to see. She wiped them and then saw somthing that brought her from were her mind lay.
Legolas' eyes were opened, he was out of mortal danger. A breif smile crossed her face.
****
Pain filled every corner of his mind, he did not care to know why it hurt, or were it came from. All he knew was that he was fully engulfed in seering pain. His mind was filled and foggy with it. He cringed at teh memory of what had happened, creating a mental block of the past.
But from the deep unsure shadow of his mind a sad echo of song shimmered through, like a small flame in the in the coldest darkest night. His brain automatically leeched onto it, onto what little comfort it held. Until his coniousness, the song grew stronger.
Then flaring suddenly they fell,
down down upon the floors of hell,
The dark and mighty head was bowed;
the mountain top beneath a cloud
the shoulders foundered the vast form
crashed as in overwheling form
huge cliffs in ruin slide and fall
and prone lay Morgoth in his hall
his crown there rolled upon the ground
a wheel of thunder, then all sound
died, and silence grew as deep
As were the heart of Earth asleep
Beneath the vast and empty throne
the adders lay like twisted stone
the wolves like coupes foul were strewn
And there Beren deep in swoon',
no thought, no dream nor shadow blind
moved in the darkness of his mind....
"What are you singing?", his weak and wispy voice called out, the singing stopped in almost an embarressed silence.
"A little of the Lay of Leithian,"Legolas' vision cleared from it's fuzzyness to see his friend, Morwen, palefaced and with a mournful voice, she had busied herself withsweeping the infirmary, "It's great to see that your finally awake. We've all been worried, your mother didn't even leave your side. I'll be back soon, going to get more.......something..."
Morwen left th einfirmary, dropping the broom seeming somewhat very distracted, he sat up, to see his mother who sat in a chair next to his bed, her eyes opened in the sightless sleep of Elves. He shook her awake. She smiled instantly in relief.
"Ai, you are awake. The kingdom may fall, your father can concern himself with that. But I will rest well now, that you are well."Legolas straighted up, slowly, in pain even with the quick healing of his kind. An off subject question came to mind.
"Beg pardon mum, but Morwen...she seemed abit....."
"Distracted." a mournful worried look came to her time weathered eyes,"Yes her family has suffered much this day, even though it is only her now, Her father in Valanoir is weeping, I know it."
"No.....what happened? Her father isn't in the undying lands, he's here, why do you say this??" Legolas' voice filled with panic, in concern for his close friend, "She wasn't hurt? I remember seeing her fight, right before.....but it surprised me, she hates fighting so much."
"Calm down, calm down, Thranduilion! You are letting you head get away with you, you cannot work yourself into a panic, or you wont' beable to help yourself or your friend." She paused, Legolas thought that it was his mother who was over reacting.,"she was not hurt, her father left for the Haven's today, after Calen-"
"No" Legolas said in flat disbeleif. Calen, was Morwen's little Brother, the one Morwen's mother died giving birth to. Tears brimmed his mother's eyes.
"The Elflings were out with the elders who were assigned as Nannies. They came back just as the attack started, Many of the elders are dead, and three elflings were killed,"she looked around to the pale dull faces of those many wounded," And there are many many more, laying dead in the cold halls, awaiting barrial, and many more to come."
Legolas didn't know if the tears were out of compassion for her people or of the great gentlness and caring that she was known throughout the land for. With a sad smile she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, as if he were an elfling. But he didn't mind, "Quel esta" (rest well)
She left her son who stared blankly ahead of him.Trying to comprehend what Morwen, his life-long friend was going through. But he couldn't, as no one could comprehend how he felt he could not meet up to the expectation of his father, and could not forget the look of absolute shame and embarressment on his father's face.
Instead of resting well, he found himself in a repeating dream that haunted him through his sleep. Images ranging from little Calen laughing as a care free babe, then being cut down and killed (somthing that he did not witness but his mind easily made it yp and engraved it into the lengthy memory of elfs.) To his peace loving compremizing her morals and resorting to violence to protect fleeing little ones and to cure the redness in her eyes, there from sudden madness, wanting revenge. And the ever lingering painful glare of absolute shame in his father's eyes.
To say he did not "rest well" would be an understatement.
*****
Sorry this took so long, I've had a very VERY hard last half of the year. In school and in personal life. But with summer coming I want to write and take my time, doing this the way I wanted to write it, well. But I'll try to be speedy about it. AND MY SPELL CHECK IS BROKEN, don't tell me my typos. I know them well.
I origionally never intended to have this chapter, but I have recently finished the Silmarillion and found that "morwen" means dark maidian, and that suddenly made my muses join forces against me and after gaging me with medicine suckers, and forced me from my death bed to write....but soon in revenge I shall compose slightly disturbing slash fics about them.....
Siruis: Stick to the plot!*shoves get better bear for sore throats down her throat* And your against slash! Legolas: but your not. Siruis: and who's to beleive pretty boy isn't? Remus: *sipps tea and reads "His dark materials"* Padfoot, I suggest you refrain from calling the Elf Pretty boy, as it makes you seem gay. Legolas: wolf man has a strong point. Remus: What gives you the right to call me wolf-man? Legolas: The same right you don't have to call me The Elf.
**** Morwen
Dark maidian.
Thunder roared overhead as the grey skies poured relentless rain. That fell in bucket fulls through the foiliage, leavign the paths muddy and puddle ridden. A pair of Elven patrolers made their rounds. The youngest of the two, a bright eyed blonde watched as the rain washed the mingling black and red blood away. Making him think somberly.
"It seems as if all traces of the battle are now washed away. As if everything is now normal and it never happened."
"Not all traces have been washed away, Young one", the elderly gaurd said grimly as he pointed to a sodden figure, whose cloak was long been unuseful and soaked, a wet basket of herbs lay to her side on the steps, the plants were ruined by the rain. She seemed to stare intently at a point on the ground. As she was not far off, the younger of the gaurds called out to her.
"You there! Everyone has been ordered in to the dwellings, there was a battle here earlier you know!', he yelled but his superior placed a hand on his shoulder, his weathered eyes had caught sight of the tear streaked face, before she picked up her basket and retreated into the halls of the woodland king. the younger looked at him, questioningly.
"She lost one today."
"As did many" the younger rebuked.
"If they don't greive now than they will greive forever."
****
Morwen Rainstar hung her sopping cloak on a hook in the infirmary ward of Thranduil's castle, putting the basket on the stone table she attempted to salvage the plants. Using her work to block her mind of other things, she gathered what herbs her thought she might use, and started her rounds. Twice she mixed up the wrong medicine and five times she had to go back and get different herbs. She finally sat down out of exasperation.
She looked around seeing the many wounded, who rested some with their eyes open and some with their eyes closed, with aid of medicine. Her eyes wandered to a cold stone door. Behind it lay the shourded bodies of the dead. She bit her lip to stay the tears. It was hard to think of someone so close to her as being......no she wouldn't think of it.
To distract her mind she stood up and walked around to check on the patients. She reached the end, her eyes too teary to see. She wiped them and then saw somthing that brought her from were her mind lay.
Legolas' eyes were opened, he was out of mortal danger. A breif smile crossed her face.
****
Pain filled every corner of his mind, he did not care to know why it hurt, or were it came from. All he knew was that he was fully engulfed in seering pain. His mind was filled and foggy with it. He cringed at teh memory of what had happened, creating a mental block of the past.
But from the deep unsure shadow of his mind a sad echo of song shimmered through, like a small flame in the in the coldest darkest night. His brain automatically leeched onto it, onto what little comfort it held. Until his coniousness, the song grew stronger.
Then flaring suddenly they fell,
down down upon the floors of hell,
The dark and mighty head was bowed;
the mountain top beneath a cloud
the shoulders foundered the vast form
crashed as in overwheling form
huge cliffs in ruin slide and fall
and prone lay Morgoth in his hall
his crown there rolled upon the ground
a wheel of thunder, then all sound
died, and silence grew as deep
As were the heart of Earth asleep
Beneath the vast and empty throne
the adders lay like twisted stone
the wolves like coupes foul were strewn
And there Beren deep in swoon',
no thought, no dream nor shadow blind
moved in the darkness of his mind....
"What are you singing?", his weak and wispy voice called out, the singing stopped in almost an embarressed silence.
"A little of the Lay of Leithian,"Legolas' vision cleared from it's fuzzyness to see his friend, Morwen, palefaced and with a mournful voice, she had busied herself withsweeping the infirmary, "It's great to see that your finally awake. We've all been worried, your mother didn't even leave your side. I'll be back soon, going to get more.......something..."
Morwen left th einfirmary, dropping the broom seeming somewhat very distracted, he sat up, to see his mother who sat in a chair next to his bed, her eyes opened in the sightless sleep of Elves. He shook her awake. She smiled instantly in relief.
"Ai, you are awake. The kingdom may fall, your father can concern himself with that. But I will rest well now, that you are well."Legolas straighted up, slowly, in pain even with the quick healing of his kind. An off subject question came to mind.
"Beg pardon mum, but Morwen...she seemed abit....."
"Distracted." a mournful worried look came to her time weathered eyes,"Yes her family has suffered much this day, even though it is only her now, Her father in Valanoir is weeping, I know it."
"No.....what happened? Her father isn't in the undying lands, he's here, why do you say this??" Legolas' voice filled with panic, in concern for his close friend, "She wasn't hurt? I remember seeing her fight, right before.....but it surprised me, she hates fighting so much."
"Calm down, calm down, Thranduilion! You are letting you head get away with you, you cannot work yourself into a panic, or you wont' beable to help yourself or your friend." She paused, Legolas thought that it was his mother who was over reacting.,"she was not hurt, her father left for the Haven's today, after Calen-"
"No" Legolas said in flat disbeleif. Calen, was Morwen's little Brother, the one Morwen's mother died giving birth to. Tears brimmed his mother's eyes.
"The Elflings were out with the elders who were assigned as Nannies. They came back just as the attack started, Many of the elders are dead, and three elflings were killed,"she looked around to the pale dull faces of those many wounded," And there are many many more, laying dead in the cold halls, awaiting barrial, and many more to come."
Legolas didn't know if the tears were out of compassion for her people or of the great gentlness and caring that she was known throughout the land for. With a sad smile she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, as if he were an elfling. But he didn't mind, "Quel esta" (rest well)
She left her son who stared blankly ahead of him.Trying to comprehend what Morwen, his life-long friend was going through. But he couldn't, as no one could comprehend how he felt he could not meet up to the expectation of his father, and could not forget the look of absolute shame and embarressment on his father's face.
Instead of resting well, he found himself in a repeating dream that haunted him through his sleep. Images ranging from little Calen laughing as a care free babe, then being cut down and killed (somthing that he did not witness but his mind easily made it yp and engraved it into the lengthy memory of elfs.) To his peace loving compremizing her morals and resorting to violence to protect fleeing little ones and to cure the redness in her eyes, there from sudden madness, wanting revenge. And the ever lingering painful glare of absolute shame in his father's eyes.
To say he did not "rest well" would be an understatement.
*****
Sorry this took so long, I've had a very VERY hard last half of the year. In school and in personal life. But with summer coming I want to write and take my time, doing this the way I wanted to write it, well. But I'll try to be speedy about it. AND MY SPELL CHECK IS BROKEN, don't tell me my typos. I know them well.