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Chapter Three
The river looked black and forbidding to everyone that gazed upon it. To Avara, it looked like death. She shivered as others waded into it. Fear ran like ice in her veins, freezing her. When it came for her to go in, she remained where she was. An Orc loomed threatening above her. "Move!" he ordered, raising his whip. When she still didn't move, he brought the whip down on her back. She cried out and stumbled forward, but still would not go into the water. Others pushed by her, not wishing to get a beating. When they had all past, Avara finally moved towards the water. She did not see the soldier behind her, looking wary, nor Dinfan, ready to help. Her entire being was focused on that water. It lapped the shore, as if waiting for her to enter. She took a deep breath, and stepped into the river. The water rose up her body as she waded further and further from shore, and she had to fight back her fear, which threatened to overwhelm her. Suddenly she lost her footing, and with a cry, plunged into the dark waters. The current claimed her and she struggled to keep her head above water. She went under and fought her way to the surface, gasping for air. "Help!" she cried weakly, the cold water sapping any strength she had left out of her body. She heard a distant rumbling and realized suddenly that the river led to a waterfall. Choking and crying, she cried out for help again and again. Then she hit a large rock and everything went black.
The soldier saw Avara go under, and grabbed Dinfan. "Follow me," he whispered, and together they followed the edge of the bank. It started to rain, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The wind picked up, blowing their hair into their eyes. Lightning lit up their surrounding, and Dinfan could see Avara, desperately trying to keep above the water. The soldier put on a burst of speed and then dove into the icy waters. He swam with the current, searching for Avara. Then, for an instant, lightning lit up the area again, and he saw her, tangled in a fallen tree branch. The branch was flimsy and threatened to give, and it did-just as the soldier reached Avara. He grabbed hold of her and managed to swim to the shore. Avara was limp in his arms, still and cold. When he reached the bank, Dinfan was there, and helped him carry Avara. They laid her down, but she still didn't respond. The soldier gave her a couple of quick breaths, and sighed in relief when she coughed up the murky water and began to breathe. She stared crying, and suddenly began hitting the soldier. "You should have let me drown. You should have let me die!!!!" she shouted, tears streaming down her already wet face. The thunder boomed even closer, and rain pelted down. "What would that have accomplished?" the soldier asked quietly. "I would not be here. I could be somewhere away.away from him!" Avara cried, and went to run off. The soldier caught her in two strides and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her to the ground. "Let me go! Just let me die!" she cried, struggling against him, crying wildly. He never let her go; instead he stroked her head and held her in his arms. Eventually Avara quit struggling and sobbed quietly in his arms. "Why?" she managed to whisper. "Why what?" the soldier asked. Avara got free and looked at him. "Why do you help us? You are a human, why do you help?" A sad smile graced the soldiers face. "I am not human. You see Avara; I helped you and your friend because I too, am an elf." Lightning forked through the sky, and for the first time Avara saw his distinguishing features. He was an elf, (and a very handsome one at that). "What is your name?" The soldier smiled again. "Glorfindel. My name is Glorfindel and I have come to rescue you and bring you to Imladirs.Rivendell, the home of Lord Elrond."
Chapter Three
The river looked black and forbidding to everyone that gazed upon it. To Avara, it looked like death. She shivered as others waded into it. Fear ran like ice in her veins, freezing her. When it came for her to go in, she remained where she was. An Orc loomed threatening above her. "Move!" he ordered, raising his whip. When she still didn't move, he brought the whip down on her back. She cried out and stumbled forward, but still would not go into the water. Others pushed by her, not wishing to get a beating. When they had all past, Avara finally moved towards the water. She did not see the soldier behind her, looking wary, nor Dinfan, ready to help. Her entire being was focused on that water. It lapped the shore, as if waiting for her to enter. She took a deep breath, and stepped into the river. The water rose up her body as she waded further and further from shore, and she had to fight back her fear, which threatened to overwhelm her. Suddenly she lost her footing, and with a cry, plunged into the dark waters. The current claimed her and she struggled to keep her head above water. She went under and fought her way to the surface, gasping for air. "Help!" she cried weakly, the cold water sapping any strength she had left out of her body. She heard a distant rumbling and realized suddenly that the river led to a waterfall. Choking and crying, she cried out for help again and again. Then she hit a large rock and everything went black.
The soldier saw Avara go under, and grabbed Dinfan. "Follow me," he whispered, and together they followed the edge of the bank. It started to rain, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The wind picked up, blowing their hair into their eyes. Lightning lit up their surrounding, and Dinfan could see Avara, desperately trying to keep above the water. The soldier put on a burst of speed and then dove into the icy waters. He swam with the current, searching for Avara. Then, for an instant, lightning lit up the area again, and he saw her, tangled in a fallen tree branch. The branch was flimsy and threatened to give, and it did-just as the soldier reached Avara. He grabbed hold of her and managed to swim to the shore. Avara was limp in his arms, still and cold. When he reached the bank, Dinfan was there, and helped him carry Avara. They laid her down, but she still didn't respond. The soldier gave her a couple of quick breaths, and sighed in relief when she coughed up the murky water and began to breathe. She stared crying, and suddenly began hitting the soldier. "You should have let me drown. You should have let me die!!!!" she shouted, tears streaming down her already wet face. The thunder boomed even closer, and rain pelted down. "What would that have accomplished?" the soldier asked quietly. "I would not be here. I could be somewhere away.away from him!" Avara cried, and went to run off. The soldier caught her in two strides and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her to the ground. "Let me go! Just let me die!" she cried, struggling against him, crying wildly. He never let her go; instead he stroked her head and held her in his arms. Eventually Avara quit struggling and sobbed quietly in his arms. "Why?" she managed to whisper. "Why what?" the soldier asked. Avara got free and looked at him. "Why do you help us? You are a human, why do you help?" A sad smile graced the soldiers face. "I am not human. You see Avara; I helped you and your friend because I too, am an elf." Lightning forked through the sky, and for the first time Avara saw his distinguishing features. He was an elf, (and a very handsome one at that). "What is your name?" The soldier smiled again. "Glorfindel. My name is Glorfindel and I have come to rescue you and bring you to Imladirs.Rivendell, the home of Lord Elrond."