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Chapter Five
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Rivendell Royal Guards had been a tradition ever since Rivendell was established as an elven community. They kept the forest safe, patrolled the borders, escorted travelers, bravely fought off onslaughts of invaders and orcs…
But never had Fiothiel seen a battle scene within the untarnished walls so many thought sacred.
Instead of rivers of glassy blue, rivers of deep red pooled between the polished tiles. Instead of tall, proud trees, debris from the scuffle lay unmoving on the red stained floor. And in the center of all this, the lady Celebrwien lay twisted on the floor, her throat slit, pale hands clutched in death around her slender neck.
Isorfir's sister.
Fiothiel's mind froze. She watched the scene through a glass bubble, time moving in fast forward as the news spread like wildfire. She snapped back to attention, not wanting anyone else to break the news to Isorfir. She stepped out the door, and raced to the archery grounds. Fiothiel stopped as she saw him, almost wanting to leave things as they were, to keep him isolated, safe. But she knew she had to tell him, and slowly approached him, salty tears blurring her vision. Her safe haven was no more.
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Hours later, Fiothiel held Isorfir as he rocked in her arms, his body racked with sobs. Never before had she seen him even shed a tear. His whole body shook, and the very ground beneath them seemed to tremble with the effort of his grief. In time he quieted, and they stared at each other, shirtfronts dampened with elven tears. As guards, they expected the unexpected, but inside Rivendell, things should be safe.
"If our parents were alive to see this…" his voice trailed off to a cracked whisper.
"'Twas not our fault, Iso," she said quietly. "No one has come in or left all week."
"Celebrwien," he gasped. "why Celebrwien? So young, betrothed to her childhood love…why does such tragedy breathe it's wrath on the joyous? I would beseech whatever power that has wrought this to take me instead!"
They stayed on the bench through the night, each taking solace in the others promise of friendship.
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Review please! I'm changing the summary, because it definitely no longer fits the current events..