First off thank you for reviewing my stories. This was my mother's
idea; I didn't think that they were good enough to be up here but she kept
bugging me until I put them up. Thanks again, Tumaila
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Hard choices:
Rumil closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent that was Lothlorien. The air was thick with the smell of rain and damp grass which brought a smile to the young elf's lips. He knew that there was another reason behind his light mood this morn; a heavy weight had been lifted from his heart when he had told Narwain of his feelings for her. He knew that sooner or later he was going to have to face Haldir, something that he was not looking forward to. No matter how much he loved and respected his oldest brother, Rumil knew that in the end, Haldir would hurt Narwain. Not by intention, but by simply being who he was.
Could there possibly be two people more wrong for each other? He wondered as he descended from his talon. Narwain was open, fun loving and down right mischievous at times, while Haldir was serious and reserved more often then not. All three brothers had fallen prey to the young she-elf's pranks one time or another. He also knew that it was unfair of him to make her choose between the two of them and that had been the main reason he had held off telling her of his feelings for so long, he had been half hoping that she would come to her senses before it was too late. But when that hadn't happened, he had taken matters into his own hands.
Orophin, Haldir and Narwain were waiting for him at the end of the stairs. He noticed that Narwain couldn't bring herself to look at him; instead she accepted her posting to the Western boarder with silence and left with Orophin with out a single protest. Something that was not typical of the normally out spoken woman.
"Something is not right here, Rumil." Haldir said as the two of them headed for their posts on the Northern boarder. "This is the first time that the three of us have been together in six months and yet she has not pulled one joke on any of us. Did something happen while we were away that made her suddenly so serious?"
Rumil brushed a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes as he debated on just what he should tell his brother. "You could say that. I told her that I am in love with her and I asked her to reconsider her betrothal to you."
Haldir turned on his brother so fast that Rumil was certain that he was going to hit him. Instead, Haldir simply shook his head as he studied him. "Are you absolutely certain of your feeling for her?"
"I am." Rumil replied. "Why?"
"Because I have decided to end my engagement to Narwain and I was wondering just how to do so, but you have just given me the perfect plan." The March warden replied. "And this is how we're going to go about it."
Western Boarder:
"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders my friend," Orophin said as he toyed with an arrow.
Turning slightly, I glanced over my shoulder at him. "Rumil told me that he's in love with me and wants me to reconsider my engagement to Haldir. So if that classifies as having the weight of the world on my shoulders then by all means I do."
"That would explain the absence of a water bucket over my bed this morning." He said as he smiled at me. "I must admit that I find your somber mood a relief."
"Don't start." I said as I held up a hand and edged closer to the edge of the talon, something was wrong here. In a matter of moments, all sound in the forest had ceased signaling the presence of something dark in the Golden Wood. Lifting a hand to shade my eyes from the bright sunlight, I watched as a large number of Orcs made their way toward us.
"Orcs." I whispered to Orophin as I glanced over at him. "At least four hundred. Signal the others to get ready."
"Narwain you know that we can't possibly...."
"We will do what is necessary to protect these woods." I hissed.
Reaching back, I pulled an arrow from my quiver and set it to the string of my bow. Slowly, I rose to my feet and took up a defensive stance. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that we wouldn't last long without help but I couldn't spare anyone to go for aide. That's when I heard Galadriel's soft voice in my head telling me that help was on the way and to hold on for as long as we could.
When the Orcs were close enough, a rain of white feathered arrows fell upon them. The first wave of vile creatures fell to the well aimed arrows, but they were quickly trampled under the rest. The Orc archers shot wildly into the woods, not understanding that the arrows had come from the heights of the trees over them and not from with in the forest itself. As more and more of their numbers fell, they realized their mistake and began to aim higher. Several of their arrows struck the trees or the hard wood of our talons, but none reached the elves hidden among its branches.
We were running out of time and arrows. Knowing that we could not continue on this way, I motioned for the other's to abandon their bows and draw their swords. Dropping to the ground, behind the vile creatures, we began to battle them hand to hand. Raising my sword, I managed to block the descending blow from an Orc sword, but I didn't see it's dagger until it was too late. The cold hard metal bit into my skin, sinking deep into my side. Ignoring the white hot pain that flashed through me, I flipped my sword and drove it into the Orcs chest. Blue-black blood spurted forward, coating my sword and face. Gasping for breath, I dropped to my knees as I pressed a hand to the wound in my side.
"Narwain!" Orophin shouted as he rushed over to me. "Hold on! You can not leave us yet!"
I heard his words, but they seemed to becoming from very far way. As the darkness closed in around me, I saw the face of the one I held dear float in front of my eyes.
"Rumil." I whispered then gave into the darkness.
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Hard choices:
Rumil closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent that was Lothlorien. The air was thick with the smell of rain and damp grass which brought a smile to the young elf's lips. He knew that there was another reason behind his light mood this morn; a heavy weight had been lifted from his heart when he had told Narwain of his feelings for her. He knew that sooner or later he was going to have to face Haldir, something that he was not looking forward to. No matter how much he loved and respected his oldest brother, Rumil knew that in the end, Haldir would hurt Narwain. Not by intention, but by simply being who he was.
Could there possibly be two people more wrong for each other? He wondered as he descended from his talon. Narwain was open, fun loving and down right mischievous at times, while Haldir was serious and reserved more often then not. All three brothers had fallen prey to the young she-elf's pranks one time or another. He also knew that it was unfair of him to make her choose between the two of them and that had been the main reason he had held off telling her of his feelings for so long, he had been half hoping that she would come to her senses before it was too late. But when that hadn't happened, he had taken matters into his own hands.
Orophin, Haldir and Narwain were waiting for him at the end of the stairs. He noticed that Narwain couldn't bring herself to look at him; instead she accepted her posting to the Western boarder with silence and left with Orophin with out a single protest. Something that was not typical of the normally out spoken woman.
"Something is not right here, Rumil." Haldir said as the two of them headed for their posts on the Northern boarder. "This is the first time that the three of us have been together in six months and yet she has not pulled one joke on any of us. Did something happen while we were away that made her suddenly so serious?"
Rumil brushed a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes as he debated on just what he should tell his brother. "You could say that. I told her that I am in love with her and I asked her to reconsider her betrothal to you."
Haldir turned on his brother so fast that Rumil was certain that he was going to hit him. Instead, Haldir simply shook his head as he studied him. "Are you absolutely certain of your feeling for her?"
"I am." Rumil replied. "Why?"
"Because I have decided to end my engagement to Narwain and I was wondering just how to do so, but you have just given me the perfect plan." The March warden replied. "And this is how we're going to go about it."
Western Boarder:
"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders my friend," Orophin said as he toyed with an arrow.
Turning slightly, I glanced over my shoulder at him. "Rumil told me that he's in love with me and wants me to reconsider my engagement to Haldir. So if that classifies as having the weight of the world on my shoulders then by all means I do."
"That would explain the absence of a water bucket over my bed this morning." He said as he smiled at me. "I must admit that I find your somber mood a relief."
"Don't start." I said as I held up a hand and edged closer to the edge of the talon, something was wrong here. In a matter of moments, all sound in the forest had ceased signaling the presence of something dark in the Golden Wood. Lifting a hand to shade my eyes from the bright sunlight, I watched as a large number of Orcs made their way toward us.
"Orcs." I whispered to Orophin as I glanced over at him. "At least four hundred. Signal the others to get ready."
"Narwain you know that we can't possibly...."
"We will do what is necessary to protect these woods." I hissed.
Reaching back, I pulled an arrow from my quiver and set it to the string of my bow. Slowly, I rose to my feet and took up a defensive stance. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that we wouldn't last long without help but I couldn't spare anyone to go for aide. That's when I heard Galadriel's soft voice in my head telling me that help was on the way and to hold on for as long as we could.
When the Orcs were close enough, a rain of white feathered arrows fell upon them. The first wave of vile creatures fell to the well aimed arrows, but they were quickly trampled under the rest. The Orc archers shot wildly into the woods, not understanding that the arrows had come from the heights of the trees over them and not from with in the forest itself. As more and more of their numbers fell, they realized their mistake and began to aim higher. Several of their arrows struck the trees or the hard wood of our talons, but none reached the elves hidden among its branches.
We were running out of time and arrows. Knowing that we could not continue on this way, I motioned for the other's to abandon their bows and draw their swords. Dropping to the ground, behind the vile creatures, we began to battle them hand to hand. Raising my sword, I managed to block the descending blow from an Orc sword, but I didn't see it's dagger until it was too late. The cold hard metal bit into my skin, sinking deep into my side. Ignoring the white hot pain that flashed through me, I flipped my sword and drove it into the Orcs chest. Blue-black blood spurted forward, coating my sword and face. Gasping for breath, I dropped to my knees as I pressed a hand to the wound in my side.
"Narwain!" Orophin shouted as he rushed over to me. "Hold on! You can not leave us yet!"
I heard his words, but they seemed to becoming from very far way. As the darkness closed in around me, I saw the face of the one I held dear float in front of my eyes.
"Rumil." I whispered then gave into the darkness.