((Author's note: Mae Govannen friends. I am please to see that you still
are reading. Many apologies for the late update. I promise I shall try
harder to write more this summer. It just so happens that finals are
approaching, and I am on the verge of insanity. Thank goodness for my
creative mind to find sanctuary with the words. Please enjoy chapter 17 of
the Maidens of Lorien. ))
"Bring it on," was all Nilwen spoke to her companion as they faced the encompassing adversaries.
Alkcorion stretched his bow and let loose a deadly arrow. His was shortly followed by the arrow of comrade. Nilwen murmured a series of curses as a returned shaft flew past her ear. A goblin screeched as an elven arrow pierced him in the stomach, causing him to double over in a pool of murky gore. Another clutched in pain as he limped off the scene with a howl. The pack of wolves began to gather their courage. They silently crept towards the preoccupied elves, licking their lips and snarling in jest.
The wolves now leapt from their positions and ferociously attacked Nilwen, whom was slicing through the skull of an orc with an elvish blade. The leader of the pack began to warn the others of the advancing elf behind them. Alkcorion shot a dozen arrows into the pack only to be met with barred teeth and growls. A few lay dead, but the wolves were now enraged. Their fallen company poured hate upon the flame in their eyes.
Nilwen gasped as she was thrashed by a number of wolves leaping upon her at once. She stabbed in fear, for she could not see the light of the moon reflecting off of the trees she had known as a child. Nilwen heard Alkcorion shout a battle cry and the growling of the beasts. Teeth bit hungrily into her shoulder and she muffled a scream, knowing that a scream was what the wolves wanted from their prey. She grasped around for the knife she had dropped, but all she could feel was the wet crimson vitality that laid upon the earth. Nilwen lifted up her eyes one last time in hopes of a glance of the moon. Fair eyes searched for any glimpse of light for a guide to her freedom. Then, a small crack, through the wolves piled on her, appeared as bright as day.
'That is no moonlight.' Nilwen cried out in her mind. 'It seems like the sun.'
Alkcorion looked up from his fight with the wolves and saw a blinding light coming from the depths of the forest. Not from the sky, but elsewhere.
Nilwen found enough strength to shove a few of the wolves off to find the light that was comforting her. She looked into the woods, not noticing her blood falling freely on herself, and saw shadows walk calmly into view. Without a sound she dropped to the ground and all was dark.
The host of Mirkwood and the Elves of Lothlorien came into the clearing where the wolves and goblins were. A rain of precisely marked arrows flew into the flanks of the creatures. With low snarls, the wounded wolves left the area; leaving the dead strewn upon Nilwen.
The Lady of Light and Lord Celeborn made their way through the slaughter to aid the wounded elf. As they approached, the Lady sensed fear and anxiety from Alkcorion. Nilwen had been seriously injured and he feared for her life. A stillness swept through the forest and over the elves. Galadriel placed her radiant hand upon the elf's forehead. Quietly listening for a stray thought in her mind, the queen waited patiently. Seconds seemed like minute; minutes seemed like hours. After a few minutes, the host began to sing a soft lament when no breath nor thought passed over the stone-still maiden. Slowly she shook her head and Alkcorion pulled the motionless beauty into his arms and smothered her with kisses. His solemn and poignant lips found her still ones, and he tenderly placed a passing kiss on them.
A cry was heard behind the lines of elves as Firith came tearing down the path towards her beloved bosom friend. Tears flowed freely, for she was unashamed to let them fall. She cradled Nilwen's head in her lap as she stared at the bloodstained face.
"Nilwen, why? Why do you have to be so bold? I miss you terribly and I never got to say farewell to you. I weep now, for I am truly grieved throughout my soul. I can no longer hide this inside. Let all see that you were loved beyond dreams. Valar, guide her to the Havens."
The elves completed their lament for Nilwen, and began to approach to carry her away. Firith at first would not let any touch her dearest friend, but then consented. As Nilwen's body was lifted off the ground, her bow fell from her hand and dropped to the ground. Firith picked up the possession and tried to accomplish what Nilwen had always teased her about. She was always teased about not being able to shoot the bow. Firith set up the bow and fitted the arrow to the string. Unknowing how to aim, she let it loose and it struck Nilwen's body in the shoulder.
"Well, at least you hit something this time."
((Author's note: So sorry to leave you like this, but I enjoy it so. Please review if you wish to receive more. I am thoroughly enjoying this story. I hope that you are also. If you wish to give me any tips or anything I would appreciate them to be kindly written. Not out of hate for the way I write, but civil please. Yours Truly. Morwen))
"Bring it on," was all Nilwen spoke to her companion as they faced the encompassing adversaries.
Alkcorion stretched his bow and let loose a deadly arrow. His was shortly followed by the arrow of comrade. Nilwen murmured a series of curses as a returned shaft flew past her ear. A goblin screeched as an elven arrow pierced him in the stomach, causing him to double over in a pool of murky gore. Another clutched in pain as he limped off the scene with a howl. The pack of wolves began to gather their courage. They silently crept towards the preoccupied elves, licking their lips and snarling in jest.
The wolves now leapt from their positions and ferociously attacked Nilwen, whom was slicing through the skull of an orc with an elvish blade. The leader of the pack began to warn the others of the advancing elf behind them. Alkcorion shot a dozen arrows into the pack only to be met with barred teeth and growls. A few lay dead, but the wolves were now enraged. Their fallen company poured hate upon the flame in their eyes.
Nilwen gasped as she was thrashed by a number of wolves leaping upon her at once. She stabbed in fear, for she could not see the light of the moon reflecting off of the trees she had known as a child. Nilwen heard Alkcorion shout a battle cry and the growling of the beasts. Teeth bit hungrily into her shoulder and she muffled a scream, knowing that a scream was what the wolves wanted from their prey. She grasped around for the knife she had dropped, but all she could feel was the wet crimson vitality that laid upon the earth. Nilwen lifted up her eyes one last time in hopes of a glance of the moon. Fair eyes searched for any glimpse of light for a guide to her freedom. Then, a small crack, through the wolves piled on her, appeared as bright as day.
'That is no moonlight.' Nilwen cried out in her mind. 'It seems like the sun.'
Alkcorion looked up from his fight with the wolves and saw a blinding light coming from the depths of the forest. Not from the sky, but elsewhere.
Nilwen found enough strength to shove a few of the wolves off to find the light that was comforting her. She looked into the woods, not noticing her blood falling freely on herself, and saw shadows walk calmly into view. Without a sound she dropped to the ground and all was dark.
The host of Mirkwood and the Elves of Lothlorien came into the clearing where the wolves and goblins were. A rain of precisely marked arrows flew into the flanks of the creatures. With low snarls, the wounded wolves left the area; leaving the dead strewn upon Nilwen.
The Lady of Light and Lord Celeborn made their way through the slaughter to aid the wounded elf. As they approached, the Lady sensed fear and anxiety from Alkcorion. Nilwen had been seriously injured and he feared for her life. A stillness swept through the forest and over the elves. Galadriel placed her radiant hand upon the elf's forehead. Quietly listening for a stray thought in her mind, the queen waited patiently. Seconds seemed like minute; minutes seemed like hours. After a few minutes, the host began to sing a soft lament when no breath nor thought passed over the stone-still maiden. Slowly she shook her head and Alkcorion pulled the motionless beauty into his arms and smothered her with kisses. His solemn and poignant lips found her still ones, and he tenderly placed a passing kiss on them.
A cry was heard behind the lines of elves as Firith came tearing down the path towards her beloved bosom friend. Tears flowed freely, for she was unashamed to let them fall. She cradled Nilwen's head in her lap as she stared at the bloodstained face.
"Nilwen, why? Why do you have to be so bold? I miss you terribly and I never got to say farewell to you. I weep now, for I am truly grieved throughout my soul. I can no longer hide this inside. Let all see that you were loved beyond dreams. Valar, guide her to the Havens."
The elves completed their lament for Nilwen, and began to approach to carry her away. Firith at first would not let any touch her dearest friend, but then consented. As Nilwen's body was lifted off the ground, her bow fell from her hand and dropped to the ground. Firith picked up the possession and tried to accomplish what Nilwen had always teased her about. She was always teased about not being able to shoot the bow. Firith set up the bow and fitted the arrow to the string. Unknowing how to aim, she let it loose and it struck Nilwen's body in the shoulder.
"Well, at least you hit something this time."
((Author's note: So sorry to leave you like this, but I enjoy it so. Please review if you wish to receive more. I am thoroughly enjoying this story. I hope that you are also. If you wish to give me any tips or anything I would appreciate them to be kindly written. Not out of hate for the way I write, but civil please. Yours Truly. Morwen))
