December 12, 2003

Note: This is unimportant so you can skip pass this if you want. Like always I ask that you critique my work and tell me what should be changed. I always appreciate these be they good or bad. (* Means look at the bottom of the page for translation)

Disclaimer: I own only Vanyerea; everything else belongs to the magnificent works of J.R.R. Tolkien.

Chapter Four

Gandalf whistled for his steed, as Legolas noticed it was one of the elder races of the horse, a beautiful mount it was. But the peculiar thing was that the steeds that the small company had rode here were also coming and the black mount that Vanyerea had rode here also came, but refused to be near any of the company. So they galloped off. To keep Vanyerea onto his horse he had to tie her with ropes and he noticed that she was sweating heavily as if she had a fever. For the next two days they rode fiercely to Rohan, Vanyerea's state was unchanged. Legolas could sense that Gandalf was puzzled over this fact, but refused to say anything.

They entered the city of Rohan and all seemed oddly.quiet for such a place the people all looked subdued as if a great plague had overcome these people. Legolas still carried the ailed maiden, but gave her somewhat reluctantly to guard as he helped Gandalf with his disguise as a weak old man. They entered the hall and there sat Théoden, an old man who was rotting in the seat he so childishly grasped at as if it were his mother, eyes misted over by a haze of shadow. As Gandalf the Grey, now the White stepped up and threatened to suck the poison called Saruman from his body. Men began attacking all around although they seemed to be easily defeated as if they had no hope for their king anyhow. The two wizards raged a brutal battle of the minds and the willingness of the mind. Everyone in the room seemed captivated by this. Gandalf at last unleashed a great wave of power and threw the Dark White Wizard from possession of the King's body. Théoden then became a middle-aged man again, his eyes relieved of the shadow, his hair deepening to a dark gold. The transformation seemed wondrous to those all around. The woman that Aragorn had halted earlier now approached her uncle and all seemed well.

Vanyerea was put in a room and no matter how badly Legolas wanted to be with his sweet angel he remained away helping with duties that needed to be approached. Her state seemed to become worse as if Gandalf's healing spell was having a reverse effect on her, for by the end of the third day she was vomiting and raving crazed thoughts spoken in gibberish, only every now and then was a word in elvish spoken, but never to much to be clear sentences. Legolas by the end of the week entered her chambers and sat with her, wiping away the sweat with a cool, moist cloth. She looks beautiful even in a frenzied state such as this, he thought to himself when the chamber door opened slowly. "Legolas I'll stand watch now if you would like," said the deep resonating voice of Gandalf. "No, I want to be with her until all is well again," he responded quickly.

"She won't survive, Legolas, you must understand that. I don't know what was in that wound, but her stubbornness agitated it. I do not know what went wrong with my spell, but it didn't work, let me ease her pain earlier."

"No, never!"

"Don't be unreasonable!"

Legolas sat quite still then pulled out the herbs in his bags that he had near him. He ripped opened the leather that covered her fair stomach and saw the infected wound, which had pus all around it causing a redness to spread. The maid then luckily walked in at that moment, "Get me boiling water and plenty of clean cloth," Legolas ordered, "rum to." As soon as the water arrived he ban cleaning away the pus to reveal a welt that still bubbled up more of the green-yellow fluid. The scab that had tediously formed seemed ready to break open from the pressure. Legolas with his fair fingers carefully peeled away the thick scab, a great dark mist rose from her wound and a white fog seemed also to escape her, but was fighting to stay in. Gandalf sat astonished, but Legolas wasn't done yet he grabbed three delicate herbs and mashed them together and applied the paste to the wound and only the black mist arose. When all was done Vanyerea began to breathe normal again, though still pouring seat seemed better. Legolas wiped his hair away from his eyes smearing a patch of blood and pus across his forehead though he seemed not to care as he once again proceeded to wipe away the sweat. Though he was so tired. "Gandalf, I know you now want me to rest, but first I want an explanation, then I shall let you take over." Gandalf looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded his head in agreement. "When you healed her in the first place, I will assume you didn't use magic at all. So the herbs worked there own natural way against the wound. But apparently the gouge was deeper or perhaps there was a spell that made it last longer, anyhow walking around through the woods most likely did not help anything. So, when I said that perhaps a spell was put over it to make the wound last longer, that would be my first guess, for my reversal spell simply trapped the other hex inside her body, so that it could leech out her life-force slowly or rapidly depending on our methods of healing. My postulation would be that the black mist you saw was the curse that had been placed upon the blade that seeped into her when she was struck. The white substance that you saw was her soul, the curse that was placed upon her, by now had enough time to get a hold of her so she had to fight for her life, but in her inanimate state could not. The herbs you used were weapons of nature and I believe the Elvish King of old once said that the 'power of nature will always overrule the power of man, elf, dwarf, and even wizard'"

Legolas at first looked a bit overwhelmed with this information, but soon accepted it as went off to his rooms. Before he exited the door he whispered under his breathe, "Inyë melmëlyë, Vanyerea*"

Translations

* Inyë melmëlyë, Vanyerea- I love you, Vanyerea