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love typing my stories up b/c t hen I get to see them unfolding and my
characters developing! So fun! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Six
Avara flouted in a world free of pain. She welcomed the darkness, sank into its warm and comforting arms. A ray of bright light pierced the darkness, causing Avara to draw back further into the darkness. The light grew until she was surrounded by it. A face she vaguely remembered appeared, repeating her name over and over. The light grew brighter and brighter..
Avara opened her eyes and let them slowly adjust to the brightness. She tried to sit up, but a sudden pain made her gasp. Gentle hands pushed her back down. "Easy child. You must rest." Avara's eyes cleared, and she saw the same face that had appeared to her in the darkness. "Where am I?" she asked, looking around. The room was white- white walls, white floor, and white sheets and pillows graced the bed where she lay. A smile graced the elf's face. "You are in Imladris, called Rivendell by mortals. I am Lord Elrond. Welcome back my child." Avara couldn't help but smile back, even as she remembered what had transpired before she came here. "Do you feel up to visitors? There are two most anxious being waiting just outside the door," Elrond asked, smiling as she raised an eyebrow and nodded. He opened the door and Dinfan rushed in, followed by Glorfindel. Dinfan gave her a careful hug, as did Glorfindel. "How are you young one?" the soldier asked. "I am getting better. I must know.tell me, what happened to...to..." Avara could not bring herself to say the hated man's name, and tears rolled down her cheeks at the memories. Glorfindel wiped them away and smiled softly. "He is gone. You need not worry about him anymore," he said softly. Avara sighed and closed her eyes, a sign of utter exhaustion, and Dinfan took her hand in his. Lord Elrond looked at Glorfindel and together they left the room, leaving the two brave elves by themselves.
Glorfindel walked with Lord Elrond along a garden path. The garden was full of beautiful flowers of all colors, shapes, and sizes, trees, and carved pillars. It was a place of quiet and tranquility. "Tell me milord, is she healing well?" Glorfindel asked of Avara. "She is doing well physically. She will have some scars, but that is all. However, I do worry about her emotionally. She was hurt, badly hurt. It took all my strength to bring her back," Elrond answered, and Glorfindel's fair features grew angry. "I am glad that vile is dead. I only pray to Iluvitar that she will be okay." Lord Elrond smiled at a few elves that passed them by. "I am most certain she will Glorfindel. She will make other friends, and dare I say it will be my own sons, and Legolas, when he comes. She will do well here my friend. Of that I am most certain." They walked on for a little while in silence, and then Glorfindel spoke again. "There is one thing I must mention about the other, Dinfan. He is Avara's myhdir my lord. I tell you Elrond, when he answered a question Finloe asked him, it was like someone else was talking through him. Do you suppose?..." Lord Elrond looked thoughtful. "Her myhdir? That is rare among ones that young, though I know they have passed their coming of age, still..they are around Estel's age I suppose. Iluviater likes to surprise us my friend." Glorfindel laughed. "That he does my friend, that he does."
Chapter Six
Avara flouted in a world free of pain. She welcomed the darkness, sank into its warm and comforting arms. A ray of bright light pierced the darkness, causing Avara to draw back further into the darkness. The light grew until she was surrounded by it. A face she vaguely remembered appeared, repeating her name over and over. The light grew brighter and brighter..
Avara opened her eyes and let them slowly adjust to the brightness. She tried to sit up, but a sudden pain made her gasp. Gentle hands pushed her back down. "Easy child. You must rest." Avara's eyes cleared, and she saw the same face that had appeared to her in the darkness. "Where am I?" she asked, looking around. The room was white- white walls, white floor, and white sheets and pillows graced the bed where she lay. A smile graced the elf's face. "You are in Imladris, called Rivendell by mortals. I am Lord Elrond. Welcome back my child." Avara couldn't help but smile back, even as she remembered what had transpired before she came here. "Do you feel up to visitors? There are two most anxious being waiting just outside the door," Elrond asked, smiling as she raised an eyebrow and nodded. He opened the door and Dinfan rushed in, followed by Glorfindel. Dinfan gave her a careful hug, as did Glorfindel. "How are you young one?" the soldier asked. "I am getting better. I must know.tell me, what happened to...to..." Avara could not bring herself to say the hated man's name, and tears rolled down her cheeks at the memories. Glorfindel wiped them away and smiled softly. "He is gone. You need not worry about him anymore," he said softly. Avara sighed and closed her eyes, a sign of utter exhaustion, and Dinfan took her hand in his. Lord Elrond looked at Glorfindel and together they left the room, leaving the two brave elves by themselves.
Glorfindel walked with Lord Elrond along a garden path. The garden was full of beautiful flowers of all colors, shapes, and sizes, trees, and carved pillars. It was a place of quiet and tranquility. "Tell me milord, is she healing well?" Glorfindel asked of Avara. "She is doing well physically. She will have some scars, but that is all. However, I do worry about her emotionally. She was hurt, badly hurt. It took all my strength to bring her back," Elrond answered, and Glorfindel's fair features grew angry. "I am glad that vile is dead. I only pray to Iluvitar that she will be okay." Lord Elrond smiled at a few elves that passed them by. "I am most certain she will Glorfindel. She will make other friends, and dare I say it will be my own sons, and Legolas, when he comes. She will do well here my friend. Of that I am most certain." They walked on for a little while in silence, and then Glorfindel spoke again. "There is one thing I must mention about the other, Dinfan. He is Avara's myhdir my lord. I tell you Elrond, when he answered a question Finloe asked him, it was like someone else was talking through him. Do you suppose?..." Lord Elrond looked thoughtful. "Her myhdir? That is rare among ones that young, though I know they have passed their coming of age, still..they are around Estel's age I suppose. Iluviater likes to surprise us my friend." Glorfindel laughed. "That he does my friend, that he does."