"Are you alright Celendil?" The Prince asked in a concerned tone.
There was no reply. He looked closely at her, her body limp and the only movement was the rising and falling of her chest through her shallow breaths. He moved closer slipping an arm under her shoulders, moving her head gently to his chest, as if placing her head on a pillow so she would not hurt her neck while unconscious. Sliding his other arm under her legs, he stood up and mounted her horse once more. Nudging the horse in to a fast gallop, he made his way to the palace, his Dun following closely behind. Once on the palace grounds, bring the horse to a skidding stop, he jumped down with Celendil still in his arms, running toward the healing hall.
"Healer!" the Prince cried out in an concerned tone. He walked through the large room full of single beds, each cover with immaculate white sheets, small bedside tables with small candles placed to provide light, if required. Above each of the beds were reasonable sized arched windows, the light flowing in through the coloured glass softly illuminating the white bed sheets colourfully. He marched straight through the room and into another room. This room was fairly large, decorated in such detailed and delicate patterns. He strode towards the carved wooden bed placing Celendil gently on top of the silk sheets, which had no creases until her delicate body was placed on it. The Prince took one last look at her, the light from the big window above the bed shone down on her, but instead of the light gracing her crimson cheeks and lips, it glimmered on a cold face, which was now in a deep state of unconsciousness. He turned and walked to the end of the bed standing between the door and Celendil's nearly lifeless body, and shouted out for a healer once more.
"Healer! When you don't want a healer they are there and when you do want them they are nowhere to be found!" he took another deep breath.
"HE." turning as he heard the sounds of hurried footsteps coming in to the healing rooms. A tall dark haired elf stepped through the doorway, wearing a plain long white jacket. Healers were the only elves that were allowed to wear them. His dark brown hair was loosely plaited at the back of his head, his eyes were a chestnut colour and his face was unusually plump for an elf.
"What is the matter, sire?" he said to the Prince while bowing and then placing his flower and herb bag on the floor next to him in the doorway. He stood up quickly but taking jagged breaths to regain composure from running to the Prince's summons. The Healer looked the Prince over but seeing that he had no injures, he gave him a puzzled look, his eyes questioning why he was shouting for a healer when there was no physical damage he could see.
"What is the matter Prince Legolas? I can not see any injury upon you, what is the emergency?"
The Prince made no reply to the healer but stood to one side turning slightly towards Celendil who, still lay on the bed, unmoving and still unconscious. The healer followed his gaze, his eyes widening at the sight of the limp she-elf. He darted quickly to her side and began to examine her to determine what was wrong with her. Cheeking her pulse first, he found it but it was weak.
"What happened?!" the healer asked in a urgent tone.
"She fell of my horse and landed on a large rock." He glanced at the healer to see his reaction but didn't get one so he turned back to gaze at Celendil again.
"Why is the she-elf's hands bound?" he looked up at Legolas with a puzzled look waiting for his answer.
"She was caught in the palace gardens, I followed her and she put up a fight. I began to question her but I didn't get anything other than her name, before she began to fight with me. So I was bringing her back to father so he could ask her the questions and decide what course of action to take with her."
"A she-elf! What is this world coming to first it was the ring now she- elf's fighting! What is her name?" He looked back at Celendil and called for some maidens to bring linen and warm water to him.
"Her name is Celendil." He didn't take his eyes of her pale face.
"You must leave now Legolas. I will do everything I can for her, but you must leave." He looked at him square in the eyes and then turned to the maidens you were coming in to the room with the items he had requested.
"Is she in danger of dying?!" Legolas felt shiver run down his spine from the thought of losing the elf maiden that lay on the bed in front of him. He dismissed the thought quickly because he just met her and barely knew anything about her. Other than she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he would love to feel her lips on his. He shook his head
What am I thinking I hardly know her? He snapped out of his thoughts.
"Legolas! You must leave! Go find your father, he will wish to know what has happened!"
Legolas took one last look at her the elf maidens washing her face and frantically dashing around the room. He turned on his heal and walked slowly out of the room. On his way to find his father.
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There was no reply. He looked closely at her, her body limp and the only movement was the rising and falling of her chest through her shallow breaths. He moved closer slipping an arm under her shoulders, moving her head gently to his chest, as if placing her head on a pillow so she would not hurt her neck while unconscious. Sliding his other arm under her legs, he stood up and mounted her horse once more. Nudging the horse in to a fast gallop, he made his way to the palace, his Dun following closely behind. Once on the palace grounds, bring the horse to a skidding stop, he jumped down with Celendil still in his arms, running toward the healing hall.
"Healer!" the Prince cried out in an concerned tone. He walked through the large room full of single beds, each cover with immaculate white sheets, small bedside tables with small candles placed to provide light, if required. Above each of the beds were reasonable sized arched windows, the light flowing in through the coloured glass softly illuminating the white bed sheets colourfully. He marched straight through the room and into another room. This room was fairly large, decorated in such detailed and delicate patterns. He strode towards the carved wooden bed placing Celendil gently on top of the silk sheets, which had no creases until her delicate body was placed on it. The Prince took one last look at her, the light from the big window above the bed shone down on her, but instead of the light gracing her crimson cheeks and lips, it glimmered on a cold face, which was now in a deep state of unconsciousness. He turned and walked to the end of the bed standing between the door and Celendil's nearly lifeless body, and shouted out for a healer once more.
"Healer! When you don't want a healer they are there and when you do want them they are nowhere to be found!" he took another deep breath.
"HE." turning as he heard the sounds of hurried footsteps coming in to the healing rooms. A tall dark haired elf stepped through the doorway, wearing a plain long white jacket. Healers were the only elves that were allowed to wear them. His dark brown hair was loosely plaited at the back of his head, his eyes were a chestnut colour and his face was unusually plump for an elf.
"What is the matter, sire?" he said to the Prince while bowing and then placing his flower and herb bag on the floor next to him in the doorway. He stood up quickly but taking jagged breaths to regain composure from running to the Prince's summons. The Healer looked the Prince over but seeing that he had no injures, he gave him a puzzled look, his eyes questioning why he was shouting for a healer when there was no physical damage he could see.
"What is the matter Prince Legolas? I can not see any injury upon you, what is the emergency?"
The Prince made no reply to the healer but stood to one side turning slightly towards Celendil who, still lay on the bed, unmoving and still unconscious. The healer followed his gaze, his eyes widening at the sight of the limp she-elf. He darted quickly to her side and began to examine her to determine what was wrong with her. Cheeking her pulse first, he found it but it was weak.
"What happened?!" the healer asked in a urgent tone.
"She fell of my horse and landed on a large rock." He glanced at the healer to see his reaction but didn't get one so he turned back to gaze at Celendil again.
"Why is the she-elf's hands bound?" he looked up at Legolas with a puzzled look waiting for his answer.
"She was caught in the palace gardens, I followed her and she put up a fight. I began to question her but I didn't get anything other than her name, before she began to fight with me. So I was bringing her back to father so he could ask her the questions and decide what course of action to take with her."
"A she-elf! What is this world coming to first it was the ring now she- elf's fighting! What is her name?" He looked back at Celendil and called for some maidens to bring linen and warm water to him.
"Her name is Celendil." He didn't take his eyes of her pale face.
"You must leave now Legolas. I will do everything I can for her, but you must leave." He looked at him square in the eyes and then turned to the maidens you were coming in to the room with the items he had requested.
"Is she in danger of dying?!" Legolas felt shiver run down his spine from the thought of losing the elf maiden that lay on the bed in front of him. He dismissed the thought quickly because he just met her and barely knew anything about her. Other than she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he would love to feel her lips on his. He shook his head
What am I thinking I hardly know her? He snapped out of his thoughts.
"Legolas! You must leave! Go find your father, he will wish to know what has happened!"
Legolas took one last look at her the elf maidens washing her face and frantically dashing around the room. He turned on his heal and walked slowly out of the room. On his way to find his father.
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