Tuulo' N'ataya Paturinie By: Jesse Drache
Disclaimers: Legolas, Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship and Otherwisee recognizable characters are property of J.R.R. Tolkien and do not belong to me.
Rating: PG-13 but rating may go up with later chapters
Chapter 2: Me'u
Arien woke to an intense, bright light, which caused her to wince in pain.
Startled by not being able to open her eyes, she tried to sit up, but felt another sharp pain coming from her right side.
"Lie back down," a deep voice said from above her.
Opening her eyes more slowly and trying to look away from the light that only seemed to cause pain, she found herself face to face with a dark haired, gray-eyed elf.
"Where am I?" Arien asked, startled to find herself in a room she didn't recognize surrounded by people that she did not know.
She struggled to sit up and look at the other people in the room. Managing only to raise her head, she glanced at the three other people, meeting their concerned looks with a skeptical one. Following their eyes, she looked down at herself determined to find why they looked so concerned.
She was still in her riding clothes, which were torn and bloody, and her coat had been pulled open so that a wound on her lower right abdomen could be cleaned and bandaged. Her head hurt terribly and her long red hair was tangled and matted with bits of dark blood.
"You are in Imladris," the gray-haired elf told her in a soothing voice, attempting to keep her from sitting up. "I am Lord Elrond."
He began, introducing the other people in the room, although Arien doubted that she would remember their names later.
"These are my sons Elrohir and Elladan and this is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. They, along with my seneschal, found you in the woods earlier this evening."
"What is wrong?" Elladan asked, approaching the bed automatically when he saw the startled look on her face.
"Nothing," she answered, then glanced frantically around the room once again as if in search of something, "where is my brother?"
Elrohir frowned and glanced at his father, who solemnly nodded at him.
"I am afraid that your brother is dead. He was already dead when we found the two of you and there was nothing we could do to help." Elladan said in a soft, soothing voice.
Arien looking at him disbelievingly, then after seeing the sympathizing looks of the others in the room, tears begun to form in her eyes.
Ignoring the pain it caused to do so, Arien turned away from the elves in the room and pulled her knees up beneath her chin seeking to draw in on herself as sobs overtook her completely.
"It will all be well," Elrohir soothed, moving closer. He looked at his father for approval, and once he received it, he climbed onto the bed, taking Mara in his arms even though she protested and cradled her small body against his.
Looking at the two figures upon the bed, Elrond glanced around the room, catching the eyes of the other occupants and motioning for them to be left alone.
Elladan walked out of the room willingly, but Legolas looked doubtful and like he did not wish to leave.
His attention was focused solely on the quivering creature on the bed, and the intense look of sadness that he wore on his usually cheerful face, almost made Elrond want to comfort him rather than the girl, but he decided that it would be best if he Elladan and the girl were left alone.
Putting his hand on the young elf's shoulder, he led him out, not missing the backward glances that Legolas shot towards Elrohir and the girl.
After Legolas had departed, Elrond removed a vial out of the medicine cabinet that had been brought into the room and handed it to his son.
"When she has calmed down sufficiently, have her drink this. It will relax her and allow her to rest," Elrond whispered loud enough for only his son's elven hearing to pick up the words.
Elrohir felt Arien relax against him as soon as his father left the room, which made him thoughtful of the fact that the girl's grip on his shirt had tightened and she had sought to bury herself within him whenever his father or any other elf had come near them.
He found her reaction very curious but decided to ignore it for the time being and focused all of his attention on calming the quivering girl in his arms.
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Disclaimers: Legolas, Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship and Otherwisee recognizable characters are property of J.R.R. Tolkien and do not belong to me.
Rating: PG-13 but rating may go up with later chapters
Chapter 2: Me'u
Arien woke to an intense, bright light, which caused her to wince in pain.
Startled by not being able to open her eyes, she tried to sit up, but felt another sharp pain coming from her right side.
"Lie back down," a deep voice said from above her.
Opening her eyes more slowly and trying to look away from the light that only seemed to cause pain, she found herself face to face with a dark haired, gray-eyed elf.
"Where am I?" Arien asked, startled to find herself in a room she didn't recognize surrounded by people that she did not know.
She struggled to sit up and look at the other people in the room. Managing only to raise her head, she glanced at the three other people, meeting their concerned looks with a skeptical one. Following their eyes, she looked down at herself determined to find why they looked so concerned.
She was still in her riding clothes, which were torn and bloody, and her coat had been pulled open so that a wound on her lower right abdomen could be cleaned and bandaged. Her head hurt terribly and her long red hair was tangled and matted with bits of dark blood.
"You are in Imladris," the gray-haired elf told her in a soothing voice, attempting to keep her from sitting up. "I am Lord Elrond."
He began, introducing the other people in the room, although Arien doubted that she would remember their names later.
"These are my sons Elrohir and Elladan and this is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. They, along with my seneschal, found you in the woods earlier this evening."
"What is wrong?" Elladan asked, approaching the bed automatically when he saw the startled look on her face.
"Nothing," she answered, then glanced frantically around the room once again as if in search of something, "where is my brother?"
Elrohir frowned and glanced at his father, who solemnly nodded at him.
"I am afraid that your brother is dead. He was already dead when we found the two of you and there was nothing we could do to help." Elladan said in a soft, soothing voice.
Arien looking at him disbelievingly, then after seeing the sympathizing looks of the others in the room, tears begun to form in her eyes.
Ignoring the pain it caused to do so, Arien turned away from the elves in the room and pulled her knees up beneath her chin seeking to draw in on herself as sobs overtook her completely.
"It will all be well," Elrohir soothed, moving closer. He looked at his father for approval, and once he received it, he climbed onto the bed, taking Mara in his arms even though she protested and cradled her small body against his.
Looking at the two figures upon the bed, Elrond glanced around the room, catching the eyes of the other occupants and motioning for them to be left alone.
Elladan walked out of the room willingly, but Legolas looked doubtful and like he did not wish to leave.
His attention was focused solely on the quivering creature on the bed, and the intense look of sadness that he wore on his usually cheerful face, almost made Elrond want to comfort him rather than the girl, but he decided that it would be best if he Elladan and the girl were left alone.
Putting his hand on the young elf's shoulder, he led him out, not missing the backward glances that Legolas shot towards Elrohir and the girl.
After Legolas had departed, Elrond removed a vial out of the medicine cabinet that had been brought into the room and handed it to his son.
"When she has calmed down sufficiently, have her drink this. It will relax her and allow her to rest," Elrond whispered loud enough for only his son's elven hearing to pick up the words.
Elrohir felt Arien relax against him as soon as his father left the room, which made him thoughtful of the fact that the girl's grip on his shirt had tightened and she had sought to bury herself within him whenever his father or any other elf had come near them.
He found her reaction very curious but decided to ignore it for the time being and focused all of his attention on calming the quivering girl in his arms.
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