A few weeks had passed now and Mâdûr was starting to wake. She woke up, in a strange room, well at least strange to her. It was empty, no one was in it at the time. "Wh-Where am I?" She looked curiously around. She then realized…she was in a tree. She was pretty confused by this point, she couldn't remember much, and she had no clue where she was, or how she gotten there. "Okay…" She walked over to the edge well at least that is what she wanted to do, but when she tried to get up a searing pain rushed through her legs. They gave way, and she fell. They were very weak, unstable. "Great…what now?" She figured it would probably be a while before she would be able to stand, let a lone make it to the edge and fly away. She sighed, and got comfortable. She wasn't sure what she was going to do about food or water…it would be at least a week before she could go and find anything…
Mâdûr's ears flicked up. Someone was coming. She watched, but, all she could see were the many leaves of the trees, and the cloudy sky. But she did not have to wait long before she saw what had caused the noise. Twas an elf. Luthien, the elf. Luthien looked at Mâdûr, both thrilled, and anxious at the same time. "OH! Your awake!" Mâdûr stared at the elf curiously. "Where am I?? Who are you??" She was booming with questions. Luthien looked down at the beast, a friendly smile upon her face. "I am Luthien Greenleaf, and you are in the humble city of Lothlorien." She then looked down at Mâdûr's face, which bore a puzzled expression. "How are you feeling??" Mâdûr still stared in awe at the elf. Why was the elf being so nice to her? It didn't make sense… "Well…uhh…I can't get up…" Luthien bent down and examined Mâdûr's legs. She found them still very tense from the attack weeks ago. "Well, the pain should go away soon." She then went over to the edge of the tree-house, where there was a platter of food. "Here you go." She handed Mâdûr the platter. Luthien had not been sure what the beast would eat, but Mâdûr seemed happy with the food. She had brought some ham, and lembas, and some water. Mâdûr ate it hungrily and drank the water as well. She then looked up at Luthien. "How did I come to be here?" "You ask too many questions." Luthien replied. "You should rest now, get some sleep." Before Mâdûr could say another word, Luthien had vanished.
* * *
Hoof beats sounded through the night. A fair elf rode her ebony horse. Ruanna, down the path. Her ebony hair swayed in the wind. She had bright emerald eyes, and she was 5'8 ½. She wore a bright green tunic. At her waist her Elvin sword, Laeliene glimmered. She also, like most elves had a bow and some arrows. She rode on through the night. She had just left the city of Rivendell, home of Elrond, her uncle. She wished to explore more of the world, even if it was, as her uncle would say 'in ruin'. From her many years at Rivendell, she had studied maps upon maps upon maps. So she had a pretty good idea of where everything was. She was heading to Lothlorien, which, Uncle Elrond also said 'was beautiful beyond belief'. She wanted to see if this was true, she also had heard of something mysterious being captured there, she wished to see it.
It was now a few days later. Gothamin sat thinking hard and long on a boulder, while Ruanna grazed. She reached deep into the depths of her mind, she needed to remember the quickest way to Lothlorien. "Yes, I remember now…" she said to herself. "The quickest way…to Rohan eh? This shall be most interesting." She grinned. She had always wanted to meet the Rohirrium, great lovers of horses they were. She looked over at her beloved horse, Ruanna. She was a purebred, faster than most people could ever imagine. Gothamin whistled a soft beautiful whistle, and Ruanna whinnied happily and trotted over to her master. "We have a long ways to go my friend, are you up to the challenge?" Ruanna swung her head happily and nodded. This made Gothamin laugh. "Alright my friend, were off!"
* * *
Another couple weeks had passed, and now the beast could move around for short periods at a time. Luthien watched, and talked to the beast. The more days that went by, the more active the beast became, and trust me, she was quite active. She was quite a handful for Luthien, but she managed. She had found out the beast's name was Mâdûr. Luthien couldn't help but flinch every time she said it, for it was in the black speech of Mordor. Luthien patted the beast on the head, staring intently at the star. "Mâdûr, what do you remember from before Lothlorien?" The beast suddenly stopped midair and tumbled back down, for she had been skipping around happily, and stood staring at Luthien blankly. She was obviously thinking hard. "Only bits and pieces. Like I remember something really dark, but that's it. Luthien looked down at the beast, a bit disappointed, she had been hoping to find out if the beast was magical. But the one positive thing about this, the beast would not have to remember the horrid memories of the Nazgûl.
With that Luthien got up to leave. "Where are you going?" Mâdûr asked curiously. "I'm going on a trip, back to my home, I'll see you around maybe." Mâdûr was speechless, her friend, her only friend currently that she could remember, was leaving her. She was about to argue further with the elf, when she once again disappeared. The elf did this a lot, but this time…she would not return. With that thought a frown appeared upon Mâdûr's face. What was she going to do now? There had only been the occasional elf that had visited, but she had made no other friends besides Luthien. She sighed and laid down on her fluffy little bed.
Luthien watched Mâdûr from a distance, as she fell asleep on top her bed. "Goodbye my friend, I shall miss you." Luthien looked one more time at the beast she had rescued weeks ago, and she couldn't help but feel sad and curious. She would miss her friend dearly, but she also had really wanted to know if the star meant anything. But she missed her home, she could not stay any longer. She turned around, and headed for Fangorn Forest.
Mâdûr's ears flicked up. Someone was coming. She watched, but, all she could see were the many leaves of the trees, and the cloudy sky. But she did not have to wait long before she saw what had caused the noise. Twas an elf. Luthien, the elf. Luthien looked at Mâdûr, both thrilled, and anxious at the same time. "OH! Your awake!" Mâdûr stared at the elf curiously. "Where am I?? Who are you??" She was booming with questions. Luthien looked down at the beast, a friendly smile upon her face. "I am Luthien Greenleaf, and you are in the humble city of Lothlorien." She then looked down at Mâdûr's face, which bore a puzzled expression. "How are you feeling??" Mâdûr still stared in awe at the elf. Why was the elf being so nice to her? It didn't make sense… "Well…uhh…I can't get up…" Luthien bent down and examined Mâdûr's legs. She found them still very tense from the attack weeks ago. "Well, the pain should go away soon." She then went over to the edge of the tree-house, where there was a platter of food. "Here you go." She handed Mâdûr the platter. Luthien had not been sure what the beast would eat, but Mâdûr seemed happy with the food. She had brought some ham, and lembas, and some water. Mâdûr ate it hungrily and drank the water as well. She then looked up at Luthien. "How did I come to be here?" "You ask too many questions." Luthien replied. "You should rest now, get some sleep." Before Mâdûr could say another word, Luthien had vanished.
* * *
Hoof beats sounded through the night. A fair elf rode her ebony horse. Ruanna, down the path. Her ebony hair swayed in the wind. She had bright emerald eyes, and she was 5'8 ½. She wore a bright green tunic. At her waist her Elvin sword, Laeliene glimmered. She also, like most elves had a bow and some arrows. She rode on through the night. She had just left the city of Rivendell, home of Elrond, her uncle. She wished to explore more of the world, even if it was, as her uncle would say 'in ruin'. From her many years at Rivendell, she had studied maps upon maps upon maps. So she had a pretty good idea of where everything was. She was heading to Lothlorien, which, Uncle Elrond also said 'was beautiful beyond belief'. She wanted to see if this was true, she also had heard of something mysterious being captured there, she wished to see it.
It was now a few days later. Gothamin sat thinking hard and long on a boulder, while Ruanna grazed. She reached deep into the depths of her mind, she needed to remember the quickest way to Lothlorien. "Yes, I remember now…" she said to herself. "The quickest way…to Rohan eh? This shall be most interesting." She grinned. She had always wanted to meet the Rohirrium, great lovers of horses they were. She looked over at her beloved horse, Ruanna. She was a purebred, faster than most people could ever imagine. Gothamin whistled a soft beautiful whistle, and Ruanna whinnied happily and trotted over to her master. "We have a long ways to go my friend, are you up to the challenge?" Ruanna swung her head happily and nodded. This made Gothamin laugh. "Alright my friend, were off!"
* * *
Another couple weeks had passed, and now the beast could move around for short periods at a time. Luthien watched, and talked to the beast. The more days that went by, the more active the beast became, and trust me, she was quite active. She was quite a handful for Luthien, but she managed. She had found out the beast's name was Mâdûr. Luthien couldn't help but flinch every time she said it, for it was in the black speech of Mordor. Luthien patted the beast on the head, staring intently at the star. "Mâdûr, what do you remember from before Lothlorien?" The beast suddenly stopped midair and tumbled back down, for she had been skipping around happily, and stood staring at Luthien blankly. She was obviously thinking hard. "Only bits and pieces. Like I remember something really dark, but that's it. Luthien looked down at the beast, a bit disappointed, she had been hoping to find out if the beast was magical. But the one positive thing about this, the beast would not have to remember the horrid memories of the Nazgûl.
With that Luthien got up to leave. "Where are you going?" Mâdûr asked curiously. "I'm going on a trip, back to my home, I'll see you around maybe." Mâdûr was speechless, her friend, her only friend currently that she could remember, was leaving her. She was about to argue further with the elf, when she once again disappeared. The elf did this a lot, but this time…she would not return. With that thought a frown appeared upon Mâdûr's face. What was she going to do now? There had only been the occasional elf that had visited, but she had made no other friends besides Luthien. She sighed and laid down on her fluffy little bed.
Luthien watched Mâdûr from a distance, as she fell asleep on top her bed. "Goodbye my friend, I shall miss you." Luthien looked one more time at the beast she had rescued weeks ago, and she couldn't help but feel sad and curious. She would miss her friend dearly, but she also had really wanted to know if the star meant anything. But she missed her home, she could not stay any longer. She turned around, and headed for Fangorn Forest.