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Firith watched Nilwen ride out on her noble steed and disappear. 'Oh goodness, now where do I begin?' She looked around and saw the bare stone tables. 'There, I will start with the decorations.' Servants came and went with flowers, vases, candles, and fine silver.
"Milady, would you prefer green or golden table cloths?" a servant inquired.
"Oh, gold please,' Firith answered calmly.
"Yes milady."
Another servant approached with three different sorts of fine silver. "Milady, which of these do you wish to be set upon the table?"
"The silver set please."
"As you wish milady."
Many servants asked her similar questions, all of which were pleasantly answered by Firith. Finally the last touches were set, and the exhausted elf went to find accommodations for the entourage. The north room would, as Galadriel said, be for the king. 'Now to find lodgings for the others.' With that she turned on her heel and sprinted towards the southern trees. There were many trees, and all of which were uninhabited by elves.
As Firith wandered through the empty chambers, she noticed a small box in a corner. She picked up the parcel and opened it. The case held a small silvery white pendant that had these words engraved upon it:
Elen sila lumenn omentilmo*
These words were an omen of some type, but of what Firith did not comprehend. 'Perhaps a maiden's lover gave her this.' She placed the chain back into the box gently and slipped it into her gown's pocket. The rooms were ready, the decorations set, and she knew that Nilwen would complete her tasks appointed to her, as always. She had one hour to rest, and one to prepare herself. Firith started to saunter off towards her chambers. The golden tresses of the elf flowed gently in the breeze as she climbed the stairway to her bedroom. After shutting the door, she staggered to the bed and fell onto it in a deep sleep.
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The handsome elf leaned down and placed a light kiss upon her brow. He cradled her in his strong arms, and then he began to sing. Ever so sweet and calming, she leaned against his firm torso and returned the embrace. He began to whisper in her delicate ear, and spoke in an undertone the words 'I love
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Suddenly her chamber doors burst open and there appeared Nilwen with a wounded archer in her arms. His hair was of golden hue and his face handsome. Firith leapt up and motioned for her to lay the elf on the bed. He was badly wounded by the arrows of a goblin.
"Where did you find him?" Firith questioned in a panicked tone.
"He was on the northern side of the wood, by the streams. He was laying there motionless. I rode as quickly as I could." The expression of Nilwen's face was fearful of the fate of the archer.
"Who is he?"
"I am afraid I know not, I have not seen him before."
"Is it Thranduil's son Legolas?"
"Oh no, Legolas would not have been so wounded so easily. They say he can spark a finch from a league off. No, it is not Prince Legolas, but this archer does appear to be from Mirkwood. We must help him."
"I do not know what to do Nilwen."
"Bring me warm water and fresh linen. Quickly, he loses much blood!"
Firith fled down the stairs with despair in her heart. 'He has little chance of survival.'
((Author's note: Keep reviewing if you want more. I will be most happy to add. You have to request though.))
* Elen sila lumenn omentilmo- A star shall shine upon our meeting
Firith watched Nilwen ride out on her noble steed and disappear. 'Oh goodness, now where do I begin?' She looked around and saw the bare stone tables. 'There, I will start with the decorations.' Servants came and went with flowers, vases, candles, and fine silver.
"Milady, would you prefer green or golden table cloths?" a servant inquired.
"Oh, gold please,' Firith answered calmly.
"Yes milady."
Another servant approached with three different sorts of fine silver. "Milady, which of these do you wish to be set upon the table?"
"The silver set please."
"As you wish milady."
Many servants asked her similar questions, all of which were pleasantly answered by Firith. Finally the last touches were set, and the exhausted elf went to find accommodations for the entourage. The north room would, as Galadriel said, be for the king. 'Now to find lodgings for the others.' With that she turned on her heel and sprinted towards the southern trees. There were many trees, and all of which were uninhabited by elves.
As Firith wandered through the empty chambers, she noticed a small box in a corner. She picked up the parcel and opened it. The case held a small silvery white pendant that had these words engraved upon it:
Elen sila lumenn omentilmo*
These words were an omen of some type, but of what Firith did not comprehend. 'Perhaps a maiden's lover gave her this.' She placed the chain back into the box gently and slipped it into her gown's pocket. The rooms were ready, the decorations set, and she knew that Nilwen would complete her tasks appointed to her, as always. She had one hour to rest, and one to prepare herself. Firith started to saunter off towards her chambers. The golden tresses of the elf flowed gently in the breeze as she climbed the stairway to her bedroom. After shutting the door, she staggered to the bed and fell onto it in a deep sleep.
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The handsome elf leaned down and placed a light kiss upon her brow. He cradled her in his strong arms, and then he began to sing. Ever so sweet and calming, she leaned against his firm torso and returned the embrace. He began to whisper in her delicate ear, and spoke in an undertone the words 'I love
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Suddenly her chamber doors burst open and there appeared Nilwen with a wounded archer in her arms. His hair was of golden hue and his face handsome. Firith leapt up and motioned for her to lay the elf on the bed. He was badly wounded by the arrows of a goblin.
"Where did you find him?" Firith questioned in a panicked tone.
"He was on the northern side of the wood, by the streams. He was laying there motionless. I rode as quickly as I could." The expression of Nilwen's face was fearful of the fate of the archer.
"Who is he?"
"I am afraid I know not, I have not seen him before."
"Is it Thranduil's son Legolas?"
"Oh no, Legolas would not have been so wounded so easily. They say he can spark a finch from a league off. No, it is not Prince Legolas, but this archer does appear to be from Mirkwood. We must help him."
"I do not know what to do Nilwen."
"Bring me warm water and fresh linen. Quickly, he loses much blood!"
Firith fled down the stairs with despair in her heart. 'He has little chance of survival.'
((Author's note: Keep reviewing if you want more. I will be most happy to add. You have to request though.))
* Elen sila lumenn omentilmo- A star shall shine upon our meeting
