Chapter 7
The Dying Prophesy
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli helped the remaining Elves and soldiers board up the door.
"We are defeated, it is pointless," Théoden said holding his left shoulder where he too had been struck by an Urak-Hai spear.
"You said while you're men defended it the Keep would not fall," Litavia said kicking over a table so Aragorn and Legolas could pick it up.
"Is there not another way for the women and children to escape?" Aragorn asked as he and Legolas picked up another board. The Captain looked at the King but did not answer.
"Well? Is there not another way?" Aragorn persisted.
"There is a mountain path, but they will not get far the Urak-Hai are too many," the Captain replied.
"Forget it, all is lost," Théoden replied. Aragorn looked around the room in frustration. Litavia's arm was now worse than before, but she still held her sword in her right hand. Legolas and Gimli could only do so much. And then it occurred to him.
"Ride out with me," Aragorn said.
"The sun is rising," Gimli said standing next to Litavia. Aragorn and Litavia turned to look out the window.
"Ride out to meet them," Aragorn said again, stronger than before.
"For death and glory," Théoden said moving closer.
"For Rohan," Aragorn replied. Litavia looked at Gimli and smiled.
"Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the Deep, one more time," Théoden said proudly.
"Yes!" Gimli said and ran off.
"Will you be right to ride Lady Ranger?" Aragorn asked as the Urak-Hai bashed at the door.
"I'm sure I will be fine," she said swinging her sword to test her arm. It hurt slightly but the adrenaline would soon help her forget. They saddled their horses and re-checked their armour. Litavia put on Veriann's armour to help prevent her from being hurt. Litavia then took a sip of healing draught just to cover her wound. She felt it tickle slightly as the skin pulled itself back over the wound.
They mounted their horses and stood behind Théoden, waiting for his order. Veriann snorted loudly, pawing the ground. The Urak-Hai finally broke down the door; Théoden put on his helmet and then took out his sword.
"Theo mar!" he shouted and they rushed at the Urak-Hai, the horses' hooves clip clopping on the stone floor. They barged over Urak-Hai as they ran through the door, cutting away Urak-Hai as their horses stampeded them. Litavia saw the sun slowly rising as they ran out the causeway. Legolas rode beside her; Gimli was in the depths of the Deep, blowing the horn of Helm Hammerhand.
As they reached the bottom of the causeway they stopped to prevent anymore Urak-Hai from entering the causeway. They killed many Urak-Hai, holding them from the Deep. Then Litavia felt a strong light appearing from atop the near hill to her left. She stopped and turned to look, a white stranger had appeared, and it was Gandalf. Another man appeared behind him, he wore the regal suit of a Horseman of Rohan.
Litavia remembered him as being one of the Horsemen who had chased her someway down the hill on her entrance to the Ridamarck. They charged down the hill, Litavia began to attack the Urak-Hai again, but continued to glimpse at the oncoming attack by Gandalf. She herself had never actually seen him battle seriously and she was losing concentration.
Suddenly as they reached the first of the Urak-Hai a bright light appeared behind them, making the Urak-Hai recoil from their own attack on them. She stopped once more to watch and while doing so was slashed along the neck and speared in her right leg. She gasped and looked around; shocked.
"Litavia!" Legolas exclaimed grabbing her as she began to slide off her saddle. He pulled her to the front of his own saddle. Aragorn made his way over.
"What has happened?" Aragorn asked still fighting back Urak-Hai.
"She has been wounded! I have to take her back," Legolas said. Slowly Litavia felt herself slip away as the pain increased.
She awoke as Legolas put her on the ground, propped up against the cave wall. He tied a torn strip pf material around her leg and then set to work stopping the bleeding from the neck. As the bleeding gradually began to stop Litavia looked up. The soldiers were returning, led by Théoden. Litavia went to stand up but Legolas held her down and Théoden motioned for her to stay where she was. Gandalf soon entered, Eomer behind him.
"Ah Litavia, distracted again I see, and very clumsy," Gandalf said. Litavia smiled.
"Hello Master Gandalf, it's nice to see you too, although somewhat different from what I remember," she replied.
"Ah yes, you would have seen me before my re-incarnation. I am Gandalf the White," he said. Litavia smiled and hugged him before getting up to bath away her wounds with Eowyn.
"You are very tired, and your wounds are very deep. Is there no way for you to heal them?" Eowyn asked as Litavia winced trying to bathe her wounds.
"There are two ways, I have a vile of healing potion around my neck, but my Master Gandalf believes that if I am kissed by one of my own kind I can be instantly healed, but I don't believe that," she said sitting down. Eowyn took up a brush and began to brush Litavia's hair which surprised her greatly.
"Can't you summon beads as you did with Captain Haldir?" Eowyn asked.
"No, I tried it once when I was little, it was very painful," Litavia replied taking dirt and grass seeds out of her wounds. She took out the vile that glowed gold. She wiped a little along her lips and then licked them.
"Hmm, tasty," she said screwing up her face. Eowyn laughed good naturedly.
"Do you have any nice clothes to wear, the King wishes to celebrate tonight," Eowyn explained sitting next to Litavia. Litavia shrugged and then remembered her dress.
"I do, it lays in my saddle bags wrapped in tree bark," she replied moving to get up. Eowyn held her shoulder.
"I will get it, bathe and I will soon return to help you dress," Eowyn replied. Litavia nodded slowly and accepted the bowl of steaming water Eowyn offered her. Eowyn soon left Litavia to cleanse herself. She sat by the rock pool and searched through her clothes for her book that she carried with her everywhere.
"The Elves, the men and dwarves. These are the four races of Middle Earth, they live in harmony but the threat of shadow always looms and spreads from the darkness of Mordor and Isildur," she read aloud. She turned the page to find a picture of the Silvan Elf king, Thranduil. But that meant that Legolas was now the king. And yet he was still known as the Prince, why was that? She heard Eowyn approach.
"Lady Litavia, I have found a package but know not if it is the dress you speak of, it is very light," Eowyn said as she walked in the cave entrance. Litavia put away her book and then took her package from the shield maiden.
"Yes, this is my dress," she said and opened it carefully. The folds of the dress fell from the package and into her lap, blowing gently in the breeze from one of the many tunnels. Its purple shone many shades as it moved and the dress sat perfectly in Litavia's hand.
"It is beautiful, only a true Elf maiden could make such a dress," Eowyn breathed touching the hem of the skirt. "Such material just does not exist in the world; no Silvan Elf of Elf of Lorien could make such beautiful fabric."
"That is because it is from the Sheann Elves," Litavia said, unaware of what she had said.
"But no such elves exist, do they?" Eowyn asked as she helped Litavia into. As she slipped into the dress, Litavia suddenly felt extremely shy, the dress was so light that no movement was restricted at all. It seemed as if she wore nothing at all.
"They did, so many years ago, during the time of Sauron's rath," Litavia replied. She stood up; the dress fell all the way to her feet, covering the entire length of her body. "They were killed when Orcs attacked looking for the Chosen Princess of Sheann."
"What happened?" Eowyn asked in astonishment, beginning to do Litavia's hair.
"The was once a city called Shoran, Elves, Men and Dwarves lived here in harmony. It was, however, ruled by an Elvan queen. She was the Sheann Elf queen named Seolar. She ruled with the impression that every race in her city was equal to that of the other." Litavia watched the skirt of her dress wave without a breeze to move it. "She ruled the tranquil city, but then fell pregnant, although she was believed a virgin."
"How is it possible?" Eowyn asked pulling most of Litavia's fringe back to reveal slightly pointed ears.
"It was soon prophesised that the Queen carried the downfall to all of the evils Sauron controlled. The child would be the one to help destroy his Ring which was helping him gain power in the world. But when Estel cut the ring from Sauron's finger, many of the outside world felt the prophesy was wrong."
"What happened then? Did she lose her reign?" Eowyn asked sitting beside Litavia. Litavia looked at Eowyn.
"No, she was betrayed and had to flee. One of the Men of the town went to Isildur, he told the Orcs about the Sheann Queens prophesy, this Man felt that the prophesy would not come true until the next rise of Sauron. The Orcs attacked the city of Shorn which lay just outside Mordor, hidden from prying eyes," Litavia said. She didn't even realise she had not read this in any of her books.
"But, what happened, did the queen survive or was she captured?" Eowyn asked anxiously.
"No, thankfully the queen was able to escape with those that were most loyal to her. The convoy existed of those from every race, for it was believed the young child, which was now two years old was of the many races. She would rise far above any other race because her attributes were the best of every race."
"And they lived?" Litavia looked up into Eowyn's bright eyes; she looked so excited to hear a new story. It struck Litavia strange that she was saying things that she wasn't even aware she knew.
"I.I don't know," she replied looking at the floor. There was clapping at the door. They turned to see Gandalf leading Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Haldir, Eomer and Théoden.
"Master Gandalf," Litavia said hurrying to her feet. The dress moved softly side to side with her movements. Her hair was once again shiny, something it had not been since she left the Fangorn Forest. Her skin was clean and her wounds were dressed, but still hurting ever so slightly.
"Yes, you are so true," he said as she bowed to him, Eowyn getting up.
"The Lady Ranger was just telling me of the Sheann Elves," Eowyn said walking over and looking at Aragorn, her pale skin shining in the light created by the torches.
"Yes, and what have you learnt of them in your travels Litavia?" Gandalf asked, cocking an eyebrow by how Eowyn addressed her.
"I.I can't really say Master Gandalf, I guess I was guessing, possibly," she said looking at Legolas looking at her critically.
"Well, we shall talk more during the feast. I see Treebeard found you appropriate clothing before leaving the forest. It might be an idea for you to use your phial of health before leaving here," Gandalf said motioning to her wounds. She bowed again as they left, Legolas still staring at her as he turned to follow the others.
Legolas sat by Gandalf, thinking hard about what he had just encountered in his mind.
"Heavy thoughts are on your mind Legolas, may I lighten the load?" Gandalf asked after finishing his conversation with Aragorn and Théoden. They all turned to look at him, he looked up at Gandalf.
"So many years ago, you travelled to Mirkwood in search of knowledge," Legolas began. Gandalf's eyebrows raised but he stayed silent. "You said you were investigating the Chosen Princess of the Sheann Elves, what ever happened to your investigations?" Gandalf sighed and nodded slowly.
"I see over your years you have become all the wiser," Gandalf began. "Indeed I was, and indeed I found what I needed."
"But why would you be in search of something that had ended so many years ago?" Legolas asked, still unsure of Gandalf's motives.
"I was training Litavia at the time, and at the time I felt maybe Litavia was a possibility," Gandalf said.
"Well?" asked Aragorn.
"I know not what I should think anymore," Gandalf said ruefully. They looked disappointed, but Legolas was the most disappointed of all. "And I knew you were very clever Legolas, I'm surprised you did not remember the story sooner."
"It did not occur to me that she knew so much, she even knew more than my father," Legolas replied.
"Come," said Théoden standing. "We mustn't let ill news such as this spoil this evening; the feast must nearly be prepared." The all nodded and stood, walking to prepare themselves. Gandalf however stayed.
'Legolas is indeed wiser than I expected. Litavia shall soon be crowned and then I can only hope that more of her memory should return. I hope my guest should be arriving soon.' Gandalf then followed.
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The Dying Prophesy
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli helped the remaining Elves and soldiers board up the door.
"We are defeated, it is pointless," Théoden said holding his left shoulder where he too had been struck by an Urak-Hai spear.
"You said while you're men defended it the Keep would not fall," Litavia said kicking over a table so Aragorn and Legolas could pick it up.
"Is there not another way for the women and children to escape?" Aragorn asked as he and Legolas picked up another board. The Captain looked at the King but did not answer.
"Well? Is there not another way?" Aragorn persisted.
"There is a mountain path, but they will not get far the Urak-Hai are too many," the Captain replied.
"Forget it, all is lost," Théoden replied. Aragorn looked around the room in frustration. Litavia's arm was now worse than before, but she still held her sword in her right hand. Legolas and Gimli could only do so much. And then it occurred to him.
"Ride out with me," Aragorn said.
"The sun is rising," Gimli said standing next to Litavia. Aragorn and Litavia turned to look out the window.
"Ride out to meet them," Aragorn said again, stronger than before.
"For death and glory," Théoden said moving closer.
"For Rohan," Aragorn replied. Litavia looked at Gimli and smiled.
"Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the Deep, one more time," Théoden said proudly.
"Yes!" Gimli said and ran off.
"Will you be right to ride Lady Ranger?" Aragorn asked as the Urak-Hai bashed at the door.
"I'm sure I will be fine," she said swinging her sword to test her arm. It hurt slightly but the adrenaline would soon help her forget. They saddled their horses and re-checked their armour. Litavia put on Veriann's armour to help prevent her from being hurt. Litavia then took a sip of healing draught just to cover her wound. She felt it tickle slightly as the skin pulled itself back over the wound.
They mounted their horses and stood behind Théoden, waiting for his order. Veriann snorted loudly, pawing the ground. The Urak-Hai finally broke down the door; Théoden put on his helmet and then took out his sword.
"Theo mar!" he shouted and they rushed at the Urak-Hai, the horses' hooves clip clopping on the stone floor. They barged over Urak-Hai as they ran through the door, cutting away Urak-Hai as their horses stampeded them. Litavia saw the sun slowly rising as they ran out the causeway. Legolas rode beside her; Gimli was in the depths of the Deep, blowing the horn of Helm Hammerhand.
As they reached the bottom of the causeway they stopped to prevent anymore Urak-Hai from entering the causeway. They killed many Urak-Hai, holding them from the Deep. Then Litavia felt a strong light appearing from atop the near hill to her left. She stopped and turned to look, a white stranger had appeared, and it was Gandalf. Another man appeared behind him, he wore the regal suit of a Horseman of Rohan.
Litavia remembered him as being one of the Horsemen who had chased her someway down the hill on her entrance to the Ridamarck. They charged down the hill, Litavia began to attack the Urak-Hai again, but continued to glimpse at the oncoming attack by Gandalf. She herself had never actually seen him battle seriously and she was losing concentration.
Suddenly as they reached the first of the Urak-Hai a bright light appeared behind them, making the Urak-Hai recoil from their own attack on them. She stopped once more to watch and while doing so was slashed along the neck and speared in her right leg. She gasped and looked around; shocked.
"Litavia!" Legolas exclaimed grabbing her as she began to slide off her saddle. He pulled her to the front of his own saddle. Aragorn made his way over.
"What has happened?" Aragorn asked still fighting back Urak-Hai.
"She has been wounded! I have to take her back," Legolas said. Slowly Litavia felt herself slip away as the pain increased.
She awoke as Legolas put her on the ground, propped up against the cave wall. He tied a torn strip pf material around her leg and then set to work stopping the bleeding from the neck. As the bleeding gradually began to stop Litavia looked up. The soldiers were returning, led by Théoden. Litavia went to stand up but Legolas held her down and Théoden motioned for her to stay where she was. Gandalf soon entered, Eomer behind him.
"Ah Litavia, distracted again I see, and very clumsy," Gandalf said. Litavia smiled.
"Hello Master Gandalf, it's nice to see you too, although somewhat different from what I remember," she replied.
"Ah yes, you would have seen me before my re-incarnation. I am Gandalf the White," he said. Litavia smiled and hugged him before getting up to bath away her wounds with Eowyn.
"You are very tired, and your wounds are very deep. Is there no way for you to heal them?" Eowyn asked as Litavia winced trying to bathe her wounds.
"There are two ways, I have a vile of healing potion around my neck, but my Master Gandalf believes that if I am kissed by one of my own kind I can be instantly healed, but I don't believe that," she said sitting down. Eowyn took up a brush and began to brush Litavia's hair which surprised her greatly.
"Can't you summon beads as you did with Captain Haldir?" Eowyn asked.
"No, I tried it once when I was little, it was very painful," Litavia replied taking dirt and grass seeds out of her wounds. She took out the vile that glowed gold. She wiped a little along her lips and then licked them.
"Hmm, tasty," she said screwing up her face. Eowyn laughed good naturedly.
"Do you have any nice clothes to wear, the King wishes to celebrate tonight," Eowyn explained sitting next to Litavia. Litavia shrugged and then remembered her dress.
"I do, it lays in my saddle bags wrapped in tree bark," she replied moving to get up. Eowyn held her shoulder.
"I will get it, bathe and I will soon return to help you dress," Eowyn replied. Litavia nodded slowly and accepted the bowl of steaming water Eowyn offered her. Eowyn soon left Litavia to cleanse herself. She sat by the rock pool and searched through her clothes for her book that she carried with her everywhere.
"The Elves, the men and dwarves. These are the four races of Middle Earth, they live in harmony but the threat of shadow always looms and spreads from the darkness of Mordor and Isildur," she read aloud. She turned the page to find a picture of the Silvan Elf king, Thranduil. But that meant that Legolas was now the king. And yet he was still known as the Prince, why was that? She heard Eowyn approach.
"Lady Litavia, I have found a package but know not if it is the dress you speak of, it is very light," Eowyn said as she walked in the cave entrance. Litavia put away her book and then took her package from the shield maiden.
"Yes, this is my dress," she said and opened it carefully. The folds of the dress fell from the package and into her lap, blowing gently in the breeze from one of the many tunnels. Its purple shone many shades as it moved and the dress sat perfectly in Litavia's hand.
"It is beautiful, only a true Elf maiden could make such a dress," Eowyn breathed touching the hem of the skirt. "Such material just does not exist in the world; no Silvan Elf of Elf of Lorien could make such beautiful fabric."
"That is because it is from the Sheann Elves," Litavia said, unaware of what she had said.
"But no such elves exist, do they?" Eowyn asked as she helped Litavia into. As she slipped into the dress, Litavia suddenly felt extremely shy, the dress was so light that no movement was restricted at all. It seemed as if she wore nothing at all.
"They did, so many years ago, during the time of Sauron's rath," Litavia replied. She stood up; the dress fell all the way to her feet, covering the entire length of her body. "They were killed when Orcs attacked looking for the Chosen Princess of Sheann."
"What happened?" Eowyn asked in astonishment, beginning to do Litavia's hair.
"The was once a city called Shoran, Elves, Men and Dwarves lived here in harmony. It was, however, ruled by an Elvan queen. She was the Sheann Elf queen named Seolar. She ruled with the impression that every race in her city was equal to that of the other." Litavia watched the skirt of her dress wave without a breeze to move it. "She ruled the tranquil city, but then fell pregnant, although she was believed a virgin."
"How is it possible?" Eowyn asked pulling most of Litavia's fringe back to reveal slightly pointed ears.
"It was soon prophesised that the Queen carried the downfall to all of the evils Sauron controlled. The child would be the one to help destroy his Ring which was helping him gain power in the world. But when Estel cut the ring from Sauron's finger, many of the outside world felt the prophesy was wrong."
"What happened then? Did she lose her reign?" Eowyn asked sitting beside Litavia. Litavia looked at Eowyn.
"No, she was betrayed and had to flee. One of the Men of the town went to Isildur, he told the Orcs about the Sheann Queens prophesy, this Man felt that the prophesy would not come true until the next rise of Sauron. The Orcs attacked the city of Shorn which lay just outside Mordor, hidden from prying eyes," Litavia said. She didn't even realise she had not read this in any of her books.
"But, what happened, did the queen survive or was she captured?" Eowyn asked anxiously.
"No, thankfully the queen was able to escape with those that were most loyal to her. The convoy existed of those from every race, for it was believed the young child, which was now two years old was of the many races. She would rise far above any other race because her attributes were the best of every race."
"And they lived?" Litavia looked up into Eowyn's bright eyes; she looked so excited to hear a new story. It struck Litavia strange that she was saying things that she wasn't even aware she knew.
"I.I don't know," she replied looking at the floor. There was clapping at the door. They turned to see Gandalf leading Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Haldir, Eomer and Théoden.
"Master Gandalf," Litavia said hurrying to her feet. The dress moved softly side to side with her movements. Her hair was once again shiny, something it had not been since she left the Fangorn Forest. Her skin was clean and her wounds were dressed, but still hurting ever so slightly.
"Yes, you are so true," he said as she bowed to him, Eowyn getting up.
"The Lady Ranger was just telling me of the Sheann Elves," Eowyn said walking over and looking at Aragorn, her pale skin shining in the light created by the torches.
"Yes, and what have you learnt of them in your travels Litavia?" Gandalf asked, cocking an eyebrow by how Eowyn addressed her.
"I.I can't really say Master Gandalf, I guess I was guessing, possibly," she said looking at Legolas looking at her critically.
"Well, we shall talk more during the feast. I see Treebeard found you appropriate clothing before leaving the forest. It might be an idea for you to use your phial of health before leaving here," Gandalf said motioning to her wounds. She bowed again as they left, Legolas still staring at her as he turned to follow the others.
Legolas sat by Gandalf, thinking hard about what he had just encountered in his mind.
"Heavy thoughts are on your mind Legolas, may I lighten the load?" Gandalf asked after finishing his conversation with Aragorn and Théoden. They all turned to look at him, he looked up at Gandalf.
"So many years ago, you travelled to Mirkwood in search of knowledge," Legolas began. Gandalf's eyebrows raised but he stayed silent. "You said you were investigating the Chosen Princess of the Sheann Elves, what ever happened to your investigations?" Gandalf sighed and nodded slowly.
"I see over your years you have become all the wiser," Gandalf began. "Indeed I was, and indeed I found what I needed."
"But why would you be in search of something that had ended so many years ago?" Legolas asked, still unsure of Gandalf's motives.
"I was training Litavia at the time, and at the time I felt maybe Litavia was a possibility," Gandalf said.
"Well?" asked Aragorn.
"I know not what I should think anymore," Gandalf said ruefully. They looked disappointed, but Legolas was the most disappointed of all. "And I knew you were very clever Legolas, I'm surprised you did not remember the story sooner."
"It did not occur to me that she knew so much, she even knew more than my father," Legolas replied.
"Come," said Théoden standing. "We mustn't let ill news such as this spoil this evening; the feast must nearly be prepared." The all nodded and stood, walking to prepare themselves. Gandalf however stayed.
'Legolas is indeed wiser than I expected. Litavia shall soon be crowned and then I can only hope that more of her memory should return. I hope my guest should be arriving soon.' Gandalf then followed.
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