AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi guys! ;p Sorry it took me a long time to get this up. You know what the funny and more annoying thing is? This chapter is not as long as I had intended to make it! It was getting so darn lengthy and was taking FOREVER to finish, so I finally decided to just chop it up into two so I can update at last. Don't worry, I'll try to get the continuation, Chapter 13, posted as soon as I can!
Be warned though. . . just because this story is reaching its conclusion (only three more chapters after this one) do not be fooled! I've still got a lot of tricks up my sleeve. The last three chapters are most action packed of them all, so hang on to your seats my friends! ;p
Sorry I couldn't take time to make personal and individual greetings. . . I still have a test to study for. But to all the lovely reviewers (old and new) out there who have been so nice and encouraging, you know who you are. I love you all and am super grateful for your enthusiasm and support! This is for you! Enjoy!
HAPPY READING!
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THE SACRIFICE
Chapter Twelve - Truth
Laicristiel smiled sadly as Armir approached her where she stood by the upper banks of the Silverlode. Armir returned the pretty handmaiden's smile before reaching out to embrace her.
"Thank you for everything you have done for me." the Rivendell princess murmured, a sad tear escaping the corner of her eye. "I shall never forget you."
"Nor will I, my Lady." Laicristiel whispered, sniffing slightly as she wept. "Never have I met an elf whom I have learned to love as quickly as I have you. Your memory shall forever be cherished in my heart."
Armir kissed her dear friend's forehead as she drew away. "Worry not." she assured her. "When this is all over, I promise to return to Lorien and visit you. We will see each other again."
Laicristiel beamed. "I shall eagerly await that day." she said, squeezing Armir's hand. "Safe journey, Princess. Rumil and Orophin send their best wishes as well. They regret that they could not be here to see you off, as they have been called to border patrol early this morning."
"Please send them my fondest thanks." Armir replied sincerely. "I too shall miss them dearly and will not forget the kindness they have shown me."
Laicristiel nodded. "Namaarie, Armir of Rivendell." she said softly.
"Namaarie."
With that, Armir turned away to brush off the tears that had unavoidably run down her cheeks. Not finding enough strength to look back at what she was leaving behind, she began to walk to where the rest of her companions were preparing the boats for their departure. Some of the Galadrim were assisting Boromir, Gimli, and the hobbits in loading their packs and supplies.
"Pardon me, Lady Armir."
The maiden turned and looked down at the Halfling that was calling her attention. Pippin greeted her with a bright grin and held up a grey-green hooded cloak. "Your Elvish cloak, Milady. Best you put it on now. We will be moving out soon."
Feeling somewhat relieved from her sadness by the hobbit's cheer and thoughtfulness, Armir smiled back and accepted the cloak. "Thank you, Pippin."
As she was fastening the leaf-shaped pin that held the cloak in place around her shoulders, she gazed around her, observing all the activity of her friends. Her heart sank when she noticed that Haldir was no longer anywhere to be found. Where could he be? Was he really going to just let her leave without even saying goodbye?
He had accompanied them early that morning on their march from the pavilion at Caras Galadon to the banks of Silverlode, where their river journey was to begin. All throughout the walk he had distanced himself from Armir, and had not said a word about anything, much less about what had happened the previous night.
Armir sighed and lowered her eyes desolately. As if her parting from her dear friend was not painful enough-- now it was going to be with his displeasure stubbornly directed at her. But how could she blame him for his resentment?
Just then, in the corner of eye, the maiden caught a glimpse of an elf that made her heart skip a beat. Legolas' golden hair glinted in the sunlight as he moved around, helping in the stowing of their provisions for the journey. Though the expression upon his face was grave and sullen, he still looked handsome enough to fill Armir with longing and regret.
Like Haldir, he too had remained cold towards her the whole morning, and was deliberately avoiding coming within even five feet of her. He refused to look in her direction, and whenever she looked at him, she could sense his tension, his silent order for her to stay away from him. All Armir could do was keep reminding herself that this was probably for his own good, but even that defense was quickly wearing out.
Armir bit her lip to keep it from trembling. I will not cry, she told herself firmly. I will be strong. I can cope with this.
But the doubts continued to resound in her mind. How was she going to endure this quest now? It was hard enough getting to Lorien in one piece, but surely the coming trials were going to be increasingly more difficult and troublesome. Without Legolas standing by her side, it was as though she was walking into a battlefield completely unarmed. She felt so lost, so alone.
"Armir?"
Something seemed to instantly lift the young elf's spirits at the sound of the kind voice that spoke her name with so much care. A small smile actually managed to invade her face as she looked over her shoulder.
"Are you all right?" Aragorn went on, his grey eyes regarding her with concern.
Armir nodded. "I am ready to go." she murmured.
Aragorn took her hand and squeezed it, shaking his head. "That is not what I asked." he chided.
The maiden sighed and lowered her gaze. "Do not worry about me. I will be fine." she lied.
"Armir, I know about what happened last night." Aragorn told her gently. "Legolas told me everything."
Armir's head snapped back up, her eyes widening. But before she could get a word out, Aragorn continued to speak.
"But I do not believe in his view on things." the Ranger said firmly. "I am aware of his anger, and how it must be clouding his reason and judgment. Therefore I am not willing to trust completely in his version of the story."
He reached over and stroked Armir's hair sympathetically. "Now, I will not force you to give me your own explanations, but I do hope that this problem between you and he will be resolved soon. It will not do well for the two of you to continue ignoring each other like this. You need one another."
Armir felt tears of helplessness spring to her eyes. "I . . . I am frightened, Aragorn." she whispered. "I am not sure I know what to do, or if I will be strong enough to face what is ahead."
Aragorn wrapped his arms around his little sister and held her in a comforting embrace. "You will, Armir. You will." he assured her. "I have faith in your courage and your wisdom. You shall get through this just fine."
He planted a soft kiss on her forehead before pulling away. "And there is no reason for you to be frightened. Though Legolas may not be in the mood to stand by you as of the moment, I still am here for you. I always am and always will be."
Armir smiled up at the handsome man. "Amin mela lle, Aragorn. Thank you."
"I love you too, Armir." he responded, patting her cheek. "Everything will be all right, you shall see."
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"Legolas, I need to speak with you. Now."
The mere arrogance and curtness in the voice which addressed him caused Legolas to bristle. Ignoring his impulse to turn and face the person standing expectantly behind him, he continued to load the last package into the boat. Undaunted by his coldness, the owner of the voice persisted in trying to catch his attention.
"It is about Armir."
Anger flooded through Legolas' heart like water free from a dam. His blue eyes flaring, he clenched his fists to help him hold back violent desires. The sound of his beloved's name coming from this elf's lips was more than what he could bear.
"Do not dare speak of her in my presence." he growled, whirling around to glare at his rival in the eye.
"Do not be so bull-headed." Haldir snapped back with equal irritation. "If you would just try to listen I think you might want to hear what I have to tell you."
"There is nothing you have to say that would be of any interest to me." Legolas snarled. "Especially if it has anything to do with her."
Haldir scowled. "I cannot believe how immaturely you are handling this." he sniped. "Is this what is to be expected from Elven royalty?"
"Watch your words, March Warden." Legolas warned, his voice growing dangerously low and quiet. "I would not suggest that you try my patience any further than you already have."
"Do not think that speaking to you is a pleasurable fancy of mine." Haldir retorted icily. "I am doing this because it is the right thing. What's more, I am doing on Armir's behalf."
Legolas' eyes narrowed. "If I had refused to listen to what she had to say, what makes you think I will pay any heed to you?"
"Because," Haldir responded, his voice growing rigid with forced calm. "If you would just let go of your foolish pride and listen for a moment, you will see that what I speak is the truth, something which must never and can never be ignored."
Legolas shook his head in mixed frustration and irritation. Enough of this useless conversation! He didn't even know why he had even let it proceed this far. If Haldir was going to start boasting his ears off on how he had successfully beaten him in winning Armir's heart, he must also have gone crazy to think that he would be able to keep him as his audience.
Unable to muster a farewell that did not involve a snide remark or gesture of violence, Legolas turned around with every intention to simply abandon the March Warden's presence before his bad side got to him. However, he was not able to get far before Haldir's next words caused him to freeze in place.
"She chose you, Legolas."
The younger elf turned around slowly, his rapidly beating heart caught between excruciating denial and the greatest sense of hope he had ever experienced in his life. For a long moment he could only stand completely still, hardly daring to breathe, much less move, as he met Haldir's stern grey eyes with his own. Neither said a word until at last, Haldir broke his gaze and turned away slightly from the Mirkwood prince. Lowering his head in what surprisingly seemed like submission, he went on to explain himself.
"Last night I tried asking for her hand in marriage." he said in a gruff, yet faint voice. "I thought I would be able to convince her to stay here in Lorien with me, where I can keep her safe and happy. But I was wrong, and thus I failed. She refused me because she knew that, though I may be able to grant her protection, I cannot give her complete happiness." He paused. "That can given by no one other than you."
The March Warden lifted his eyes back up to meet Legolas' stunned gaze, and his hurt face softened with his next words.
"Because she loves you, Legolas. She has given her heart and soul to you, and you alone."
Legolas gaped at him, far too taken aback by these declarations to manage a proper reaction. Was this true?! He ached with desire to believe it, yet the prouder half of him refused to yield to Haldir's word so easily. But then again . . . why would he lie about such a thing?
"The kiss you saw last night was not given with her consent." Haldir continued, as though he had read the prince's doubting thoughts. "I forced it upon her. She is blameless, and can be accused of neither impurity nor infidelity."
Horror, regret, and shame struck Legolas as he listened to this confession. He remembered how he had allowed his anger to get the better of him that night, and thus had jumped into immediate conclusions and judgments. He recalled his harsh words and actions towards Armir, the way he had scorned her tears, and how he had refused to heed her attempts at explaining herself.
What a blind, stubborn fool he has been! She had been faithful to him all along and had tried to show him this, but he threw it back in her face and hurt her. If she ever found in herself the courage or willingness to speak to him again, it would be a miracle.
"Legolas."
Haldir's voice pulled him away from his thoughts and back into consciousness. He stared at the March Warden, who was now looking upon him with an expression not of anger or resentment, but what almost appeared to be benevolent support and encouragement.
"Do not waste any more of your time on regret." he told him seriously. "Armir has clearly gone through enough pain, and I believe so have you. Forget all the doubts, fears and insecurities. All that matters is, you love one another. If either of you will ever find happiness again you must learn to fight for that, do you understand?"
Legolas opened his mouth in an attempt to respond, but no sounds could be willed out of his throat. He was still so taken aback by this bit of news he wasn't quite sure of how to begin to react. There were so many things he wanted to ask and say, but it all seemed to be too mixed up in his head to be placed in words.
Just then, he heard Aragorn's voice calling him as it cut into his conversation with Haldir. "Legolas, come. It is about time we set off."
Legolas looked towards the dock and watched helplessly as his companions began climbing into the boats to begin their departure. That morning, he had been rather eager to leave Lorien behind in order to get away from the painful memories, which had overshadowed even the happiest ones. But as he stood there listening to what Haldir had to tell him, it seemed that he now sensed a compulsion to stay a while longer and learn more about the truth. All of a sudden, he did not want to set off on another journey with Armir while he was feeling so confused and unprepared.
As he spun back around to face the March Warden again, he was alarmed to find that he had now also turned around and was walking away.
"Wait!" Legolas called out, sounding almost desperate.
At this plea, Haldir stopped in his tracks but did face the prince. "Mani? (What?)" he asked, his voice now as cold and distant as it usually was.
Legolas faltered. "Is that it?" he asked faintly. "Is that all you have to tell me?"
There was a long pause as Haldir seemed to consider the question. At last, he turned back to address Legolas once more.
"I believe I have mentioned all that you need to know of the truth." he answered grimly. "I do, however, have one thing to say that you may take as a warning from me alone."
Upon hearing this, Legolas began to listen with a rapt attention and ready acceptance that surprised even himself.
"You had better make her happy, Legolas Thranduillion." Haldir whispered, the tone of his voice slightly threatening. "I yield in this conflict in trust that you will do the right thing. Give her all the happiness and pleasures that could possibly be offered in this world, for she deserves no less."
Something in the Lorien elf's face and voice roused a strange emotion in Legolas. For the first time since he had met Haldir, he now felt for him a sense of gratitude and newfound respect. It was at that moment he knew, though he it was difficult to admit it, that this elf really did have sincere love for Armir, and cared for nothing more than her well-being.
"You have won her heart, but it has yet to be seen whether you are truly deserving of it or not." Haldir continued, his strict glare steadily meeting Legolas' eyes. "Do not dare fail or hurt her again, for I caution you now-causing her any further tears is an offense I shall not be so willing to forgive a second time."
With that last declaration out, the elf spun around abruptly and walked away before Legolas could say anything more. The Mirkwood prince stood motionless for a few moments, watching Haldir's retreating back in silent contemplation. At last, he sighed and bowed his head respectfully.
"Diola lle (thank you), Haldir of Lorien." he whispered, before going to join his waiting companions.
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Armir smiled at Boromir as he held out a hand for her to grasp at as she stepped one foot carefully into their waiting boat.
"Thank you." she said softly, before settling down into her seat behind Merry.
Boromir nodded his acknowledgement courteously, then took his place at the end of their boat. Grabbing hold of the paddle, he dipped it into the lightly rushing waters as a Galadrim elf pushed their boat from the dock to help set them off.
"Namaarie." the elf called with a gentle smile and wave as they began to drift down the Silverlode.
"Namaarie." Armir answered, smiling through the wistful tears welling in her eyes. She gazed at the rest of her Lorien kindred who stood at the docks, all waving their company goodbye. A sharp pain struck her heart as she wondered whether she really would be able to come back to the Golden Wood and see them all again. Upon catching sight of Laicristiel amongst the Galadrim, she raised her hand to blow a kiss.
"Tenna' ento lye omenta (Until next we meet)." the princess whispered.
Their boat continued to float leisurely down the river for a few minutes, before Boromir began to paddle, and gradually their speed increased. The figures of the watching elves grew smaller as the distance between the shore and the departing Fellowship also grew. Nonetheless, Armir kept her eyes upon the banks and continued to scan the crowd for the sight of the face she had been desperately seeking for the past half-hour. But alas, she still could not spot the March Warden's handsome face anywhere.
Feeling hopelessly dejected, Armir lowered her head, allowing her long hair to veil the grief on her face. Haldir really must detest her then, to just allow her to leave without even saying goodbye.
Just then, a loud, cheerful voice that sounded from the right side of their boat drew the maiden out of her melancholy state.
"Oi, Merry!" Pippin called out again, waving an arm to his friend as his boat came to pass alongside theirs. "What say you to a race?"
Armir overheard Boromir chuckle. "Should that not be the decision of those who are actually doing the paddling around here?" the man pointed out.
Merry grinned. "You're right." he agreed. "So what say you then, Legolas?"
At the sound of the name, Armir automatically raised her head. She was startled when she unexpectedly found herself looking straight into the same pair of blue eyes which have been avoiding contact with her all morning. As though he realized this as well, Legolas immediately turned his face away to break the connection of their gazes.
"I do not think it is wise to indulge in such play, nor would it be good to expend energy unnecessarily" he mumbled in reply to Merry's query. "We still have a long day's journey ahead of us."
To end the discussion altogether, the elf then gave one powerful stroke of the paddle, causing his boat to pull a good distance apart from theirs.
"Hmm. . . strange." Boromir mused as he observed the elf's tense actions. "Something has been bothering him all morning. I wonder what it could be."
"Must be something serious." Merry remarked, shaking his head. "I never even knew Legolas was capable of grumpiness."
Armir once again lowered her face, urging herself not to cry. She HAD to become emotionally stronger, if she was ever going to make it through this quest without perishing from mere sorrow.
It was barely a minute later when a cry from Merry once again caught the maiden's awareness.
"Hey, look over there! Isn't that Haldir?!"
Armir's head snapped up instantly. She looked in the direction the hobbit was pointing at, her heart suddenly beginning to pound wildly in her chest. Sure enough, standing amidst the trees lining the distant shore, was the stature of a proud and handsome he-elf with silver hair blowing in the soft wind. A tremendous surge of emotions filled the maiden's heart as she saw the March Warden smile directly at her and lift his hand in a wave. At the same moment she heard a warm voice in her ears, the voice of Haldir's soul speaking to hers.
"Amin mela lle, Armir. Never forget that." he whispered. "Safe journey, A'maelamin (my beloved)."
An uncontrollable smile burst across Armir's lips, though at the same time tears of mixed joy and sorrow unavoidably began to run down her cheeks.
"Namaarie, Haldir." Armir murmured silently, brushing off her cheeks before any of her companions could notice her weeping. "I love you. I will always love you."
As their boat moved on she held his gaze steadily, allowing herself the beautiful vision of his caring face before at last the distance stole him completely from her sight.
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The Lady of Light smiled down at the members of the Fellowship where they were seating themselves on the grass before her, as she had bade them to. Only when they had all looked upon her with full and reverent attention did she begin to speak again.
"Before you go, I wish to present you with gifts the Lord and Lady of the Galadrim now offer in memory of your stay here in Lothlorien." she announced. As she said this, several handmaidens stepped forward and stood next to their queen, each one carrying an item in their arms.
Armir smiled fondly as Aragorn was called forth by her great- grandmother. She watched as the Heir of Gondor was presented with a beautifully crafted sheath made to fit his sword. When afterwards Galadriel leaned closer to engage him in a private conversation, the young elf maiden's thoughts drifted off to what had taken place in the past hour.
Just when she had thought they had seen the last of Lorien altogether, their boats had been met by the Lord and Lady at a bend in the river. They had invited them to a parting feast before they went further on their journey, and very readily did the companions accept. After the travelers had eaten and drank their fill, the time came to move on once again--- time for bidding goodbyes.
Armir gazed longingly at the beautiful faces of her dear great- grandparents, and felt sorrow tug inside of her. The love and care they had given her over the past month in Lorien was so much like that of her beloved Minyaatar, and now it seemed that separation from them was similarly going to be just as painful.
The princess continued to observe silently as one by one her friends approached the Lady to receive their token gifts. She was called upon last, and as she draw near to Galadriel, it took a great struggle for her to keep her chin up and her eyes dry.
"How are you feeling, my dear?" Galadriel asked softly, greeting her great-granddaughter with a warm hug. "All is well thus far?"
Armir swallowed hard and forced a normal tone of voice despite the lump in her throat. "Yes, my Lady. I am fine." she murmured.
Galadriel drew from their embrace and grasped the young elf's shoulders lightly, holding her at arm's length. Armir looked down uneasily at her feet as the Lady studied her face in silence but with evident intensity. At last, Galadriel took Armir's chin and tilted it upward, then rested her caring smile upon her.
"You assure me with words, yet in your face I see there is something greatly troubling you." she chided gently.
Armir hung her head with a soft sigh. She should have known better than to lie or hide herself.
"It is about Legolas." Galadriel continued, before Armir could open her mouth to explain herself. The Lady smiled as her young granddaughter bowed her head in a seeming display of resignation. "Armir? If there is anything bothering you, it may help you to speak to me of it."
Armir bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling. She ached with desire and need to simply break down weeping and tell her great-grandmother everything. However, a part of her warned against it, for fear of receiving chastisement for her weakness. Galadriel seemed to take her muteness as a sign for her to continue her questioning.
"You have cut yourself off from the Prince. . . "
The meaning of these words, stated so plainly and directly, stabbed at Armir more painfully than any sword or arrow ever could. All at once her tears started to run as muted sobs shook her body. Instinctively she held up her hands to shield her face from view. The last thing she needed was her comrades to see her acting so fragile and pathetic before their journey had even begun.
"Oh, Armir. . ."
Galadriel gently took the young maiden's hands and squeezed them tightly. "Please talk to me. Tell me what is wrong. I can see there are many things grieving your heart. Perhaps I can help ease that pain if you unburden yourself to me." she told her kindly. "What happened?"
Armir took a deep breath and lifted her eyes up to meet the Lady's. She seemed to find strength in the wise elf's encouraging stare, for somehow she managed to begin speaking.
"I . . . I did not tell him the truth, my Lady." the maiden murmured sadly. "When I broke off our engagement and ended our relationship, I did not tell him it was to prevent the vision from the Mirror. I knew doing that would not work, for Legolas is too proud and stubborn. He would not stop protecting me just because of imminent danger."
"Mani (What)?" Galadriel's face immediately grew concerned. "So how did you go about it, then? What did you tell him? Did you lie?"
"No, of course not!" Armir said quickly, then sighed. "I told him a truth that I had only realized right then."
Galadriel frowned. "And what truth is this?"
Armir looked down, unable to bear the Lady's gaze as she forced herself to go on explaining. "That he does not really love me." she whispered. It took every ounce of strength she had just to get those few words out of her trembling mouth.
Galadriel's eyes widened. "What?" she gasped. "Whatever made you believe that such a falsehood is the truth?"
The instant her great-grandmother's exclamation reached her ears, Armir felt her heart leap in her chest, as though it had been energized by shock of newfound hope. She lifted her eyes back up, hardly daring to believe what she was hearing. As if reading both her expression and her thoughts, Galadriel shook her head.
"Armir, Legolas loves you." she told her firmly. "And that devotion is so deeply rooted in his heart and soul, it is possibly greater and truer than the feelings any elf could have for another. What reason did you find for you suddenly doubt that?"
Armir stared at the Lady, frozen with shock and disbelief. "You said I had the ability to control the feelings of others towards me." she stammered. "Last night I concluded that I was doing the same to Legolas. I thought I was affecting his emotions, causing him to care for me against his natural will."
Galadriel smiled, looking as though she didn't know whether to scold her or just laugh. "My darling, you have mistaken yourself and your abilities. You are no enchantress or seductress. You are an angel. You would never be able to do something as base as force someone to fall in love with you."
She reached out and brushed away Armir's tears with the back of her graceful hand. "Besides, love is a precious emotion much too powerful and noble to be controlled. You can induce anger, fear, and pain, yes. But never love. No ability or magical force can ever conjure or influence something as beautiful and profound as that."
Armir fell silent. Suddenly all the sadness and hurt she had been harboring all morning was turning into horrified realization and despair, rendering her momentarily paralyzed. At last, she buried her face into her hands and wept once more.
"I cannot believe I have been so blind and foolish!" she sobbed. "I said such horrible things to him last night. I pushed him away and broke his heart so mercilessly. And now, as it turns out, I have just hurt him for no good reason!"
Feeling sympathetic sadness at the sight of her crying granddaughter, Galadriel took her into her arms. "You did not know any better, so it was not your fault." she whispered, stoking her raven hair comfortingly. "You were frightened and confused. That is how it usually is with you young lovers."
"But what am I to do now?' Armir sniffed, her voice suddenly heavy with anxiety. "What am I to tell him? How am I to fix this?"
Galadriel sighed, and paused a while before she spoke again. "I am sorry, my dear." she murmured with regret. "But I do not think there is anything left for you to do. It would probably be for the best if we leave it as it is. If this whole mix-up has resulted in Legolas' separation from you, then it has achieved the effect we had originally intended. Thus, I do not think there is a need for you to change anything."
"I do not think I can do this, my Lady." Armir cried. "I am not strong enough to stand living in such a lie. I cannot pretend that I can go on without him. I love him too much."
Now it was Galadriel's turn to fall into thoughtful silence. At last she parted from their embrace and held out something in her hand to her great-granddaughter.
"Then perhaps this would help."
Armir immediately recognized the beautiful white blossom resting in the palm of the Lady's hand.
"The Armir flower." she whispered, feeling her spirits rise slightly at the mere sight of its lovely petals. In spite of herself she smiled with gratitude as she accepted the present handed to her. "Thank you, my Lady. But you did not have to go through so much trouble. Haldir had already given me one early during my stay here."
Galadriel smiled. "Yes, I am aware. One cannot just pluck an Armir flower from Lorien soil without asking for my permission first, so naturally Haldir informed me of his plans before he sought out the one he gave to you."
The Lady reached out and stroked the flower in Armir's hand. "But, just the same, I would want you to have this second one as well." she told her. "For there is also a secret about this flower that I must share with you."
"Secret?" Armir looked up with interest. "What secret?"
"You see, the Armir flower has am origin that is well-guarded from common elven lore." Galadriel explained. "It actually came to these woods as gift from Nienna, who planted it herself on these soils at the end of the First Age, even before Lorien was founded. It is said that she bestowed the Armir not only with its remarkable beauty, but also a certain magical power to grant wishes."
"Wishes?" Armir repeated, and stared down at the small white blossom in her hand with slight incredulity. Could something so simple and innocent looking really carry such wondrous power?
"Selfless wishes, made from a pure heart." Galadriel clarified. "Not too many elves have been known to succeed in asking for such a noble request, therefore not too many wishes have been known to be granted either."
She took Armir's free hand and squeezed it. "Use the flower wisely, Armir. I would never doubt the goodness of your heart, but do not allow yourself to get carried away with impetuousness " she warned. "You need not think of it right now. When the time is right, you will know what it is you truly want and hope to happen."
Armir remained still for a minute, lost in her own thoughts. She knew exactly what she wanted to wish for at that very moment, and could not think of any other desire that would surpass the one her very soul was crying out for. Was it really necessary for her to wait before she made her plea?
Suddenly, she felt Galadriel's hand press hers again, drawing her from her trance. "Promise me, Armir." her great-grandmother said firmly. "Promise me you will not do or think of anything rash."
Armir sighed and nodded. "I promise." she whispered, before reaching out to embrace the Lady one last time.
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** NIENNA - Ainu, one of the Queens of the Valar and one of the Aratar. She is the sister of Mandos (Doomsman of the Valar, Keeper of the Houses of the Dead) and Lorien (Master of Visions and Dreams). Nienna is concerned with mourning, and she pities the suffering of others. The lesson of Nienna is not of endless grief, but rather of pity, hope, and the endurance of the spirit. (Source: The Complete Guide to Middle Earth by Robert Foster)
COMING UP . . . Chapter 13 - WISH
Ugh, I know. . . I left it in another unbearable cliffhanger. Well, at least it would (hopefully) keep you guys on your toes for at least one more chapter! ;p I PROMISE the next chapter will FINALLY answer the question I know has been plaguing your minds for ages now: are Armir and Legolas really meant to be together?
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Hi guys! ;p Sorry it took me a long time to get this up. You know what the funny and more annoying thing is? This chapter is not as long as I had intended to make it! It was getting so darn lengthy and was taking FOREVER to finish, so I finally decided to just chop it up into two so I can update at last. Don't worry, I'll try to get the continuation, Chapter 13, posted as soon as I can!
Be warned though. . . just because this story is reaching its conclusion (only three more chapters after this one) do not be fooled! I've still got a lot of tricks up my sleeve. The last three chapters are most action packed of them all, so hang on to your seats my friends! ;p
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THE SACRIFICE
Chapter Twelve - Truth
Laicristiel smiled sadly as Armir approached her where she stood by the upper banks of the Silverlode. Armir returned the pretty handmaiden's smile before reaching out to embrace her.
"Thank you for everything you have done for me." the Rivendell princess murmured, a sad tear escaping the corner of her eye. "I shall never forget you."
"Nor will I, my Lady." Laicristiel whispered, sniffing slightly as she wept. "Never have I met an elf whom I have learned to love as quickly as I have you. Your memory shall forever be cherished in my heart."
Armir kissed her dear friend's forehead as she drew away. "Worry not." she assured her. "When this is all over, I promise to return to Lorien and visit you. We will see each other again."
Laicristiel beamed. "I shall eagerly await that day." she said, squeezing Armir's hand. "Safe journey, Princess. Rumil and Orophin send their best wishes as well. They regret that they could not be here to see you off, as they have been called to border patrol early this morning."
"Please send them my fondest thanks." Armir replied sincerely. "I too shall miss them dearly and will not forget the kindness they have shown me."
Laicristiel nodded. "Namaarie, Armir of Rivendell." she said softly.
"Namaarie."
With that, Armir turned away to brush off the tears that had unavoidably run down her cheeks. Not finding enough strength to look back at what she was leaving behind, she began to walk to where the rest of her companions were preparing the boats for their departure. Some of the Galadrim were assisting Boromir, Gimli, and the hobbits in loading their packs and supplies.
"Pardon me, Lady Armir."
The maiden turned and looked down at the Halfling that was calling her attention. Pippin greeted her with a bright grin and held up a grey-green hooded cloak. "Your Elvish cloak, Milady. Best you put it on now. We will be moving out soon."
Feeling somewhat relieved from her sadness by the hobbit's cheer and thoughtfulness, Armir smiled back and accepted the cloak. "Thank you, Pippin."
As she was fastening the leaf-shaped pin that held the cloak in place around her shoulders, she gazed around her, observing all the activity of her friends. Her heart sank when she noticed that Haldir was no longer anywhere to be found. Where could he be? Was he really going to just let her leave without even saying goodbye?
He had accompanied them early that morning on their march from the pavilion at Caras Galadon to the banks of Silverlode, where their river journey was to begin. All throughout the walk he had distanced himself from Armir, and had not said a word about anything, much less about what had happened the previous night.
Armir sighed and lowered her eyes desolately. As if her parting from her dear friend was not painful enough-- now it was going to be with his displeasure stubbornly directed at her. But how could she blame him for his resentment?
Just then, in the corner of eye, the maiden caught a glimpse of an elf that made her heart skip a beat. Legolas' golden hair glinted in the sunlight as he moved around, helping in the stowing of their provisions for the journey. Though the expression upon his face was grave and sullen, he still looked handsome enough to fill Armir with longing and regret.
Like Haldir, he too had remained cold towards her the whole morning, and was deliberately avoiding coming within even five feet of her. He refused to look in her direction, and whenever she looked at him, she could sense his tension, his silent order for her to stay away from him. All Armir could do was keep reminding herself that this was probably for his own good, but even that defense was quickly wearing out.
Armir bit her lip to keep it from trembling. I will not cry, she told herself firmly. I will be strong. I can cope with this.
But the doubts continued to resound in her mind. How was she going to endure this quest now? It was hard enough getting to Lorien in one piece, but surely the coming trials were going to be increasingly more difficult and troublesome. Without Legolas standing by her side, it was as though she was walking into a battlefield completely unarmed. She felt so lost, so alone.
"Armir?"
Something seemed to instantly lift the young elf's spirits at the sound of the kind voice that spoke her name with so much care. A small smile actually managed to invade her face as she looked over her shoulder.
"Are you all right?" Aragorn went on, his grey eyes regarding her with concern.
Armir nodded. "I am ready to go." she murmured.
Aragorn took her hand and squeezed it, shaking his head. "That is not what I asked." he chided.
The maiden sighed and lowered her gaze. "Do not worry about me. I will be fine." she lied.
"Armir, I know about what happened last night." Aragorn told her gently. "Legolas told me everything."
Armir's head snapped back up, her eyes widening. But before she could get a word out, Aragorn continued to speak.
"But I do not believe in his view on things." the Ranger said firmly. "I am aware of his anger, and how it must be clouding his reason and judgment. Therefore I am not willing to trust completely in his version of the story."
He reached over and stroked Armir's hair sympathetically. "Now, I will not force you to give me your own explanations, but I do hope that this problem between you and he will be resolved soon. It will not do well for the two of you to continue ignoring each other like this. You need one another."
Armir felt tears of helplessness spring to her eyes. "I . . . I am frightened, Aragorn." she whispered. "I am not sure I know what to do, or if I will be strong enough to face what is ahead."
Aragorn wrapped his arms around his little sister and held her in a comforting embrace. "You will, Armir. You will." he assured her. "I have faith in your courage and your wisdom. You shall get through this just fine."
He planted a soft kiss on her forehead before pulling away. "And there is no reason for you to be frightened. Though Legolas may not be in the mood to stand by you as of the moment, I still am here for you. I always am and always will be."
Armir smiled up at the handsome man. "Amin mela lle, Aragorn. Thank you."
"I love you too, Armir." he responded, patting her cheek. "Everything will be all right, you shall see."
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"Legolas, I need to speak with you. Now."
The mere arrogance and curtness in the voice which addressed him caused Legolas to bristle. Ignoring his impulse to turn and face the person standing expectantly behind him, he continued to load the last package into the boat. Undaunted by his coldness, the owner of the voice persisted in trying to catch his attention.
"It is about Armir."
Anger flooded through Legolas' heart like water free from a dam. His blue eyes flaring, he clenched his fists to help him hold back violent desires. The sound of his beloved's name coming from this elf's lips was more than what he could bear.
"Do not dare speak of her in my presence." he growled, whirling around to glare at his rival in the eye.
"Do not be so bull-headed." Haldir snapped back with equal irritation. "If you would just try to listen I think you might want to hear what I have to tell you."
"There is nothing you have to say that would be of any interest to me." Legolas snarled. "Especially if it has anything to do with her."
Haldir scowled. "I cannot believe how immaturely you are handling this." he sniped. "Is this what is to be expected from Elven royalty?"
"Watch your words, March Warden." Legolas warned, his voice growing dangerously low and quiet. "I would not suggest that you try my patience any further than you already have."
"Do not think that speaking to you is a pleasurable fancy of mine." Haldir retorted icily. "I am doing this because it is the right thing. What's more, I am doing on Armir's behalf."
Legolas' eyes narrowed. "If I had refused to listen to what she had to say, what makes you think I will pay any heed to you?"
"Because," Haldir responded, his voice growing rigid with forced calm. "If you would just let go of your foolish pride and listen for a moment, you will see that what I speak is the truth, something which must never and can never be ignored."
Legolas shook his head in mixed frustration and irritation. Enough of this useless conversation! He didn't even know why he had even let it proceed this far. If Haldir was going to start boasting his ears off on how he had successfully beaten him in winning Armir's heart, he must also have gone crazy to think that he would be able to keep him as his audience.
Unable to muster a farewell that did not involve a snide remark or gesture of violence, Legolas turned around with every intention to simply abandon the March Warden's presence before his bad side got to him. However, he was not able to get far before Haldir's next words caused him to freeze in place.
"She chose you, Legolas."
The younger elf turned around slowly, his rapidly beating heart caught between excruciating denial and the greatest sense of hope he had ever experienced in his life. For a long moment he could only stand completely still, hardly daring to breathe, much less move, as he met Haldir's stern grey eyes with his own. Neither said a word until at last, Haldir broke his gaze and turned away slightly from the Mirkwood prince. Lowering his head in what surprisingly seemed like submission, he went on to explain himself.
"Last night I tried asking for her hand in marriage." he said in a gruff, yet faint voice. "I thought I would be able to convince her to stay here in Lorien with me, where I can keep her safe and happy. But I was wrong, and thus I failed. She refused me because she knew that, though I may be able to grant her protection, I cannot give her complete happiness." He paused. "That can given by no one other than you."
The March Warden lifted his eyes back up to meet Legolas' stunned gaze, and his hurt face softened with his next words.
"Because she loves you, Legolas. She has given her heart and soul to you, and you alone."
Legolas gaped at him, far too taken aback by these declarations to manage a proper reaction. Was this true?! He ached with desire to believe it, yet the prouder half of him refused to yield to Haldir's word so easily. But then again . . . why would he lie about such a thing?
"The kiss you saw last night was not given with her consent." Haldir continued, as though he had read the prince's doubting thoughts. "I forced it upon her. She is blameless, and can be accused of neither impurity nor infidelity."
Horror, regret, and shame struck Legolas as he listened to this confession. He remembered how he had allowed his anger to get the better of him that night, and thus had jumped into immediate conclusions and judgments. He recalled his harsh words and actions towards Armir, the way he had scorned her tears, and how he had refused to heed her attempts at explaining herself.
What a blind, stubborn fool he has been! She had been faithful to him all along and had tried to show him this, but he threw it back in her face and hurt her. If she ever found in herself the courage or willingness to speak to him again, it would be a miracle.
"Legolas."
Haldir's voice pulled him away from his thoughts and back into consciousness. He stared at the March Warden, who was now looking upon him with an expression not of anger or resentment, but what almost appeared to be benevolent support and encouragement.
"Do not waste any more of your time on regret." he told him seriously. "Armir has clearly gone through enough pain, and I believe so have you. Forget all the doubts, fears and insecurities. All that matters is, you love one another. If either of you will ever find happiness again you must learn to fight for that, do you understand?"
Legolas opened his mouth in an attempt to respond, but no sounds could be willed out of his throat. He was still so taken aback by this bit of news he wasn't quite sure of how to begin to react. There were so many things he wanted to ask and say, but it all seemed to be too mixed up in his head to be placed in words.
Just then, he heard Aragorn's voice calling him as it cut into his conversation with Haldir. "Legolas, come. It is about time we set off."
Legolas looked towards the dock and watched helplessly as his companions began climbing into the boats to begin their departure. That morning, he had been rather eager to leave Lorien behind in order to get away from the painful memories, which had overshadowed even the happiest ones. But as he stood there listening to what Haldir had to tell him, it seemed that he now sensed a compulsion to stay a while longer and learn more about the truth. All of a sudden, he did not want to set off on another journey with Armir while he was feeling so confused and unprepared.
As he spun back around to face the March Warden again, he was alarmed to find that he had now also turned around and was walking away.
"Wait!" Legolas called out, sounding almost desperate.
At this plea, Haldir stopped in his tracks but did face the prince. "Mani? (What?)" he asked, his voice now as cold and distant as it usually was.
Legolas faltered. "Is that it?" he asked faintly. "Is that all you have to tell me?"
There was a long pause as Haldir seemed to consider the question. At last, he turned back to address Legolas once more.
"I believe I have mentioned all that you need to know of the truth." he answered grimly. "I do, however, have one thing to say that you may take as a warning from me alone."
Upon hearing this, Legolas began to listen with a rapt attention and ready acceptance that surprised even himself.
"You had better make her happy, Legolas Thranduillion." Haldir whispered, the tone of his voice slightly threatening. "I yield in this conflict in trust that you will do the right thing. Give her all the happiness and pleasures that could possibly be offered in this world, for she deserves no less."
Something in the Lorien elf's face and voice roused a strange emotion in Legolas. For the first time since he had met Haldir, he now felt for him a sense of gratitude and newfound respect. It was at that moment he knew, though he it was difficult to admit it, that this elf really did have sincere love for Armir, and cared for nothing more than her well-being.
"You have won her heart, but it has yet to be seen whether you are truly deserving of it or not." Haldir continued, his strict glare steadily meeting Legolas' eyes. "Do not dare fail or hurt her again, for I caution you now-causing her any further tears is an offense I shall not be so willing to forgive a second time."
With that last declaration out, the elf spun around abruptly and walked away before Legolas could say anything more. The Mirkwood prince stood motionless for a few moments, watching Haldir's retreating back in silent contemplation. At last, he sighed and bowed his head respectfully.
"Diola lle (thank you), Haldir of Lorien." he whispered, before going to join his waiting companions.
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Armir smiled at Boromir as he held out a hand for her to grasp at as she stepped one foot carefully into their waiting boat.
"Thank you." she said softly, before settling down into her seat behind Merry.
Boromir nodded his acknowledgement courteously, then took his place at the end of their boat. Grabbing hold of the paddle, he dipped it into the lightly rushing waters as a Galadrim elf pushed their boat from the dock to help set them off.
"Namaarie." the elf called with a gentle smile and wave as they began to drift down the Silverlode.
"Namaarie." Armir answered, smiling through the wistful tears welling in her eyes. She gazed at the rest of her Lorien kindred who stood at the docks, all waving their company goodbye. A sharp pain struck her heart as she wondered whether she really would be able to come back to the Golden Wood and see them all again. Upon catching sight of Laicristiel amongst the Galadrim, she raised her hand to blow a kiss.
"Tenna' ento lye omenta (Until next we meet)." the princess whispered.
Their boat continued to float leisurely down the river for a few minutes, before Boromir began to paddle, and gradually their speed increased. The figures of the watching elves grew smaller as the distance between the shore and the departing Fellowship also grew. Nonetheless, Armir kept her eyes upon the banks and continued to scan the crowd for the sight of the face she had been desperately seeking for the past half-hour. But alas, she still could not spot the March Warden's handsome face anywhere.
Feeling hopelessly dejected, Armir lowered her head, allowing her long hair to veil the grief on her face. Haldir really must detest her then, to just allow her to leave without even saying goodbye.
Just then, a loud, cheerful voice that sounded from the right side of their boat drew the maiden out of her melancholy state.
"Oi, Merry!" Pippin called out again, waving an arm to his friend as his boat came to pass alongside theirs. "What say you to a race?"
Armir overheard Boromir chuckle. "Should that not be the decision of those who are actually doing the paddling around here?" the man pointed out.
Merry grinned. "You're right." he agreed. "So what say you then, Legolas?"
At the sound of the name, Armir automatically raised her head. She was startled when she unexpectedly found herself looking straight into the same pair of blue eyes which have been avoiding contact with her all morning. As though he realized this as well, Legolas immediately turned his face away to break the connection of their gazes.
"I do not think it is wise to indulge in such play, nor would it be good to expend energy unnecessarily" he mumbled in reply to Merry's query. "We still have a long day's journey ahead of us."
To end the discussion altogether, the elf then gave one powerful stroke of the paddle, causing his boat to pull a good distance apart from theirs.
"Hmm. . . strange." Boromir mused as he observed the elf's tense actions. "Something has been bothering him all morning. I wonder what it could be."
"Must be something serious." Merry remarked, shaking his head. "I never even knew Legolas was capable of grumpiness."
Armir once again lowered her face, urging herself not to cry. She HAD to become emotionally stronger, if she was ever going to make it through this quest without perishing from mere sorrow.
It was barely a minute later when a cry from Merry once again caught the maiden's awareness.
"Hey, look over there! Isn't that Haldir?!"
Armir's head snapped up instantly. She looked in the direction the hobbit was pointing at, her heart suddenly beginning to pound wildly in her chest. Sure enough, standing amidst the trees lining the distant shore, was the stature of a proud and handsome he-elf with silver hair blowing in the soft wind. A tremendous surge of emotions filled the maiden's heart as she saw the March Warden smile directly at her and lift his hand in a wave. At the same moment she heard a warm voice in her ears, the voice of Haldir's soul speaking to hers.
"Amin mela lle, Armir. Never forget that." he whispered. "Safe journey, A'maelamin (my beloved)."
An uncontrollable smile burst across Armir's lips, though at the same time tears of mixed joy and sorrow unavoidably began to run down her cheeks.
"Namaarie, Haldir." Armir murmured silently, brushing off her cheeks before any of her companions could notice her weeping. "I love you. I will always love you."
As their boat moved on she held his gaze steadily, allowing herself the beautiful vision of his caring face before at last the distance stole him completely from her sight.
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The Lady of Light smiled down at the members of the Fellowship where they were seating themselves on the grass before her, as she had bade them to. Only when they had all looked upon her with full and reverent attention did she begin to speak again.
"Before you go, I wish to present you with gifts the Lord and Lady of the Galadrim now offer in memory of your stay here in Lothlorien." she announced. As she said this, several handmaidens stepped forward and stood next to their queen, each one carrying an item in their arms.
Armir smiled fondly as Aragorn was called forth by her great- grandmother. She watched as the Heir of Gondor was presented with a beautifully crafted sheath made to fit his sword. When afterwards Galadriel leaned closer to engage him in a private conversation, the young elf maiden's thoughts drifted off to what had taken place in the past hour.
Just when she had thought they had seen the last of Lorien altogether, their boats had been met by the Lord and Lady at a bend in the river. They had invited them to a parting feast before they went further on their journey, and very readily did the companions accept. After the travelers had eaten and drank their fill, the time came to move on once again--- time for bidding goodbyes.
Armir gazed longingly at the beautiful faces of her dear great- grandparents, and felt sorrow tug inside of her. The love and care they had given her over the past month in Lorien was so much like that of her beloved Minyaatar, and now it seemed that separation from them was similarly going to be just as painful.
The princess continued to observe silently as one by one her friends approached the Lady to receive their token gifts. She was called upon last, and as she draw near to Galadriel, it took a great struggle for her to keep her chin up and her eyes dry.
"How are you feeling, my dear?" Galadriel asked softly, greeting her great-granddaughter with a warm hug. "All is well thus far?"
Armir swallowed hard and forced a normal tone of voice despite the lump in her throat. "Yes, my Lady. I am fine." she murmured.
Galadriel drew from their embrace and grasped the young elf's shoulders lightly, holding her at arm's length. Armir looked down uneasily at her feet as the Lady studied her face in silence but with evident intensity. At last, Galadriel took Armir's chin and tilted it upward, then rested her caring smile upon her.
"You assure me with words, yet in your face I see there is something greatly troubling you." she chided gently.
Armir hung her head with a soft sigh. She should have known better than to lie or hide herself.
"It is about Legolas." Galadriel continued, before Armir could open her mouth to explain herself. The Lady smiled as her young granddaughter bowed her head in a seeming display of resignation. "Armir? If there is anything bothering you, it may help you to speak to me of it."
Armir bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling. She ached with desire and need to simply break down weeping and tell her great-grandmother everything. However, a part of her warned against it, for fear of receiving chastisement for her weakness. Galadriel seemed to take her muteness as a sign for her to continue her questioning.
"You have cut yourself off from the Prince. . . "
The meaning of these words, stated so plainly and directly, stabbed at Armir more painfully than any sword or arrow ever could. All at once her tears started to run as muted sobs shook her body. Instinctively she held up her hands to shield her face from view. The last thing she needed was her comrades to see her acting so fragile and pathetic before their journey had even begun.
"Oh, Armir. . ."
Galadriel gently took the young maiden's hands and squeezed them tightly. "Please talk to me. Tell me what is wrong. I can see there are many things grieving your heart. Perhaps I can help ease that pain if you unburden yourself to me." she told her kindly. "What happened?"
Armir took a deep breath and lifted her eyes up to meet the Lady's. She seemed to find strength in the wise elf's encouraging stare, for somehow she managed to begin speaking.
"I . . . I did not tell him the truth, my Lady." the maiden murmured sadly. "When I broke off our engagement and ended our relationship, I did not tell him it was to prevent the vision from the Mirror. I knew doing that would not work, for Legolas is too proud and stubborn. He would not stop protecting me just because of imminent danger."
"Mani (What)?" Galadriel's face immediately grew concerned. "So how did you go about it, then? What did you tell him? Did you lie?"
"No, of course not!" Armir said quickly, then sighed. "I told him a truth that I had only realized right then."
Galadriel frowned. "And what truth is this?"
Armir looked down, unable to bear the Lady's gaze as she forced herself to go on explaining. "That he does not really love me." she whispered. It took every ounce of strength she had just to get those few words out of her trembling mouth.
Galadriel's eyes widened. "What?" she gasped. "Whatever made you believe that such a falsehood is the truth?"
The instant her great-grandmother's exclamation reached her ears, Armir felt her heart leap in her chest, as though it had been energized by shock of newfound hope. She lifted her eyes back up, hardly daring to believe what she was hearing. As if reading both her expression and her thoughts, Galadriel shook her head.
"Armir, Legolas loves you." she told her firmly. "And that devotion is so deeply rooted in his heart and soul, it is possibly greater and truer than the feelings any elf could have for another. What reason did you find for you suddenly doubt that?"
Armir stared at the Lady, frozen with shock and disbelief. "You said I had the ability to control the feelings of others towards me." she stammered. "Last night I concluded that I was doing the same to Legolas. I thought I was affecting his emotions, causing him to care for me against his natural will."
Galadriel smiled, looking as though she didn't know whether to scold her or just laugh. "My darling, you have mistaken yourself and your abilities. You are no enchantress or seductress. You are an angel. You would never be able to do something as base as force someone to fall in love with you."
She reached out and brushed away Armir's tears with the back of her graceful hand. "Besides, love is a precious emotion much too powerful and noble to be controlled. You can induce anger, fear, and pain, yes. But never love. No ability or magical force can ever conjure or influence something as beautiful and profound as that."
Armir fell silent. Suddenly all the sadness and hurt she had been harboring all morning was turning into horrified realization and despair, rendering her momentarily paralyzed. At last, she buried her face into her hands and wept once more.
"I cannot believe I have been so blind and foolish!" she sobbed. "I said such horrible things to him last night. I pushed him away and broke his heart so mercilessly. And now, as it turns out, I have just hurt him for no good reason!"
Feeling sympathetic sadness at the sight of her crying granddaughter, Galadriel took her into her arms. "You did not know any better, so it was not your fault." she whispered, stoking her raven hair comfortingly. "You were frightened and confused. That is how it usually is with you young lovers."
"But what am I to do now?' Armir sniffed, her voice suddenly heavy with anxiety. "What am I to tell him? How am I to fix this?"
Galadriel sighed, and paused a while before she spoke again. "I am sorry, my dear." she murmured with regret. "But I do not think there is anything left for you to do. It would probably be for the best if we leave it as it is. If this whole mix-up has resulted in Legolas' separation from you, then it has achieved the effect we had originally intended. Thus, I do not think there is a need for you to change anything."
"I do not think I can do this, my Lady." Armir cried. "I am not strong enough to stand living in such a lie. I cannot pretend that I can go on without him. I love him too much."
Now it was Galadriel's turn to fall into thoughtful silence. At last she parted from their embrace and held out something in her hand to her great-granddaughter.
"Then perhaps this would help."
Armir immediately recognized the beautiful white blossom resting in the palm of the Lady's hand.
"The Armir flower." she whispered, feeling her spirits rise slightly at the mere sight of its lovely petals. In spite of herself she smiled with gratitude as she accepted the present handed to her. "Thank you, my Lady. But you did not have to go through so much trouble. Haldir had already given me one early during my stay here."
Galadriel smiled. "Yes, I am aware. One cannot just pluck an Armir flower from Lorien soil without asking for my permission first, so naturally Haldir informed me of his plans before he sought out the one he gave to you."
The Lady reached out and stroked the flower in Armir's hand. "But, just the same, I would want you to have this second one as well." she told her. "For there is also a secret about this flower that I must share with you."
"Secret?" Armir looked up with interest. "What secret?"
"You see, the Armir flower has am origin that is well-guarded from common elven lore." Galadriel explained. "It actually came to these woods as gift from Nienna, who planted it herself on these soils at the end of the First Age, even before Lorien was founded. It is said that she bestowed the Armir not only with its remarkable beauty, but also a certain magical power to grant wishes."
"Wishes?" Armir repeated, and stared down at the small white blossom in her hand with slight incredulity. Could something so simple and innocent looking really carry such wondrous power?
"Selfless wishes, made from a pure heart." Galadriel clarified. "Not too many elves have been known to succeed in asking for such a noble request, therefore not too many wishes have been known to be granted either."
She took Armir's free hand and squeezed it. "Use the flower wisely, Armir. I would never doubt the goodness of your heart, but do not allow yourself to get carried away with impetuousness " she warned. "You need not think of it right now. When the time is right, you will know what it is you truly want and hope to happen."
Armir remained still for a minute, lost in her own thoughts. She knew exactly what she wanted to wish for at that very moment, and could not think of any other desire that would surpass the one her very soul was crying out for. Was it really necessary for her to wait before she made her plea?
Suddenly, she felt Galadriel's hand press hers again, drawing her from her trance. "Promise me, Armir." her great-grandmother said firmly. "Promise me you will not do or think of anything rash."
Armir sighed and nodded. "I promise." she whispered, before reaching out to embrace the Lady one last time.
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** NIENNA - Ainu, one of the Queens of the Valar and one of the Aratar. She is the sister of Mandos (Doomsman of the Valar, Keeper of the Houses of the Dead) and Lorien (Master of Visions and Dreams). Nienna is concerned with mourning, and she pities the suffering of others. The lesson of Nienna is not of endless grief, but rather of pity, hope, and the endurance of the spirit. (Source: The Complete Guide to Middle Earth by Robert Foster)
COMING UP . . . Chapter 13 - WISH
Ugh, I know. . . I left it in another unbearable cliffhanger. Well, at least it would (hopefully) keep you guys on your toes for at least one more chapter! ;p I PROMISE the next chapter will FINALLY answer the question I know has been plaguing your minds for ages now: are Armir and Legolas really meant to be together?
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