His father and brother rushed over to the girl to find out what caused her
to fall. Hidden under her hair, was a broken arrow, poisoned too. She had
been shot and probably did not realize the poison or the pain from the
wound. Carefully and gently, Heilad placed her on the horse as Legolas
mounted. He rode off swiftly and gently toward his woodland realm.
"Stay with me, Ayriel, stay here," Legolas whispered to her.
He could feel her strength decreasing. Mirkwood was a great distance; Rivendell was closer to his point of location.
"Noro Lim, Rivendell! Noro Lim!" Legolas urged his horse in Elven tongue. In standard tongue "Ride hard, Rivendell! Ride hard!"
Legolas rode across the plains before the Misty Mountains. He felt her body beginning to become cold. Sweat droplets formed upon her face, the poison was traveling through her petite body quicker than Legolas believed that the poison would. She was fading and she was fading fast. The blue blur of the river drew closer into sight. The Great River was flowing steady today, but Legolas raised the river to cover his tracks. Legolas made his path through the Misty Mountains with a secret Elven path that only woodland Elves knew. Rivendell was only a few leagues ahead of them.
"Stay with me, Ayriel. Stay alive," Legolas whispered to her.
The grand doors of Rivendell appeared before him.
"Open on behalf of Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. Please, I require assistance of Lord Elrond!" Legolas cried over the gates.
The gates exposed the serene environment of Rivendell. Legolas dismounted his horse and hastened up the stairs and over the Waterfall Bridge. Lord Elrond was at the end of the bridge to greet them.
"I heard that you are in need of my service. What may I do for the Prince of Mirkwood?" he questioned.
"This Elf was attacked and captured by Orcs. She had been shot with a poisoned arrow from the dark. Please assist her," Legolas begged.
"Come with me. Hastily, for you grasp her life in your hands. This way," Lord Elrond cried.
Lord Elrond sprinted down the hall to a vacant room. Legolas followed right after. Lord Elrond pointed to a bed; Legolas lay Ayriel down on the soft mattress. The silk sheets and the mattress imprinted Ayriel's tiny body. The wooden headboard portrayed a carved unicorn rearing on its hind legs, watching over whoever laid in this bed. Her head rolled to the side from the poison passing the entire the path through her.
"Where was she shot?" Lord Elrond questioned.
"Here," Legolas replied, as he pulled back the bloody tunic and hair. "Under the arm, there. The Orc that shot her knew exactly where the poison would flow through the fastest. What are your orders, Milord?"
"Pull that bloody tunic off her. She needs to be free of any traces of the poison," he replied.
Legolas carefully removed her tunic and the petticoat that was beneath the tunic. Blood poured from the wound and he held a Tambre leaf to the wound. The leaf stopped the blood from flowing too rapidly. Lord Elrond rushed to the side of her bed, placed an arrangement of leaves in her mouth but she started to cough up the leaves. Legolas held a cup of ale to her lips and carefully poured the smooth liquid down her throat with the leaves. Her color began to return to her face. Her breathing returned to a steady pace.
"What poison was forced upon her?" Legolas asked.
"Quiner, the deadliest to any Elf. You did right by bringing her to me. For I am the only one who know of this cure. Who is she? I have seen her before but I do not remember," Lord Elrond replied.
"She cannot remember much about herself or her past, but she did reveal her name. She is Princess Ayriel. This is all that I know about her," Legolas replied.
"Ayriel, did you say? I must alert Arwen at once!" Lord Elrond cried as he left.
"Arwen? What does Ayriel have to do with Arwen?" Legolas pondered.
He lowered himself to his knees, and rested as he crossed his arms on the side of the bed. He stroked her hair, pushing the stray strands out of her face. Her skin was warm and dry to the touch. The poison had not reached her heart. He had saved her life when he had brought her here.
"Lord Elrond and I saved her, but did we do the right thing? She knows nothing of this world or does not remember the Elves and I gave her life back to her," Legolas whispered to himself. "She is not full Elf, or she learned different because she sleeps with her eyes shut!"
She stirred and tossed in the bed. His heart ached for her; he hoped that he could help her unlock her past. His Elfish ears picked up light footsteps: someone was coming! Arwen scurried past him to Ayriel.
"Oh! She is alive! Thank Valar, she is alive!" Arwen cried.
"You know her? I found her in the East Forest. Who is she?" Legolas wondered.
"She is Princess Ayriel Starlize. An Elf from different planet. She came here about a hundred years back. She was looking for an Elven Prince. But nobody knew the name of the prince that she was to find. She lodged here for many years then disappeared. This is the first time I have seen her in years. I am so glad that you found her," Arwen exclaimed.
Legolas turned his head back towards Ayriel. "Arwen could help her remember, but what made her forget?"
A light rustling perked Legolas's ears up. Ayriel had awakened.
"Legolas, where am I?" she whimpered.
"You are in Rivendell. In the north wing," he replied.
"Rivendell!? Is Arwen still here? I believe that is what my friend was called," she exclaimed.
"Yes she is here, and well might I add. A little too well. How do you feel, Princess?" Legolas murmured.
"All right," she said as she tried to rise up. Legolas stopped her.
"I will retrieve some clothes for you. But first let me prepare a bath so that you can wash off what is left of the poison and blood on your skin. The poison stained all of your other clothes so I had to dispose of them. I will return shortly," Legolas said as he rushed out.
Ayriel rolled over and placed her bare feet on the tile. She picked up a cloth from the floor. The cloth was a cloak, probably Legolas's. She wrapped his cloak around her naked body and stood up from the bed; walked around to the other balcony.
"How do I remember this place? This all seems familiar but I cannot remember this," she thought.
Ayriel turned back towards the room and glided back to the edge of the bed and sat down, awaiting Legolas's return.
"Stay with me, Ayriel, stay here," Legolas whispered to her.
He could feel her strength decreasing. Mirkwood was a great distance; Rivendell was closer to his point of location.
"Noro Lim, Rivendell! Noro Lim!" Legolas urged his horse in Elven tongue. In standard tongue "Ride hard, Rivendell! Ride hard!"
Legolas rode across the plains before the Misty Mountains. He felt her body beginning to become cold. Sweat droplets formed upon her face, the poison was traveling through her petite body quicker than Legolas believed that the poison would. She was fading and she was fading fast. The blue blur of the river drew closer into sight. The Great River was flowing steady today, but Legolas raised the river to cover his tracks. Legolas made his path through the Misty Mountains with a secret Elven path that only woodland Elves knew. Rivendell was only a few leagues ahead of them.
"Stay with me, Ayriel. Stay alive," Legolas whispered to her.
The grand doors of Rivendell appeared before him.
"Open on behalf of Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. Please, I require assistance of Lord Elrond!" Legolas cried over the gates.
The gates exposed the serene environment of Rivendell. Legolas dismounted his horse and hastened up the stairs and over the Waterfall Bridge. Lord Elrond was at the end of the bridge to greet them.
"I heard that you are in need of my service. What may I do for the Prince of Mirkwood?" he questioned.
"This Elf was attacked and captured by Orcs. She had been shot with a poisoned arrow from the dark. Please assist her," Legolas begged.
"Come with me. Hastily, for you grasp her life in your hands. This way," Lord Elrond cried.
Lord Elrond sprinted down the hall to a vacant room. Legolas followed right after. Lord Elrond pointed to a bed; Legolas lay Ayriel down on the soft mattress. The silk sheets and the mattress imprinted Ayriel's tiny body. The wooden headboard portrayed a carved unicorn rearing on its hind legs, watching over whoever laid in this bed. Her head rolled to the side from the poison passing the entire the path through her.
"Where was she shot?" Lord Elrond questioned.
"Here," Legolas replied, as he pulled back the bloody tunic and hair. "Under the arm, there. The Orc that shot her knew exactly where the poison would flow through the fastest. What are your orders, Milord?"
"Pull that bloody tunic off her. She needs to be free of any traces of the poison," he replied.
Legolas carefully removed her tunic and the petticoat that was beneath the tunic. Blood poured from the wound and he held a Tambre leaf to the wound. The leaf stopped the blood from flowing too rapidly. Lord Elrond rushed to the side of her bed, placed an arrangement of leaves in her mouth but she started to cough up the leaves. Legolas held a cup of ale to her lips and carefully poured the smooth liquid down her throat with the leaves. Her color began to return to her face. Her breathing returned to a steady pace.
"What poison was forced upon her?" Legolas asked.
"Quiner, the deadliest to any Elf. You did right by bringing her to me. For I am the only one who know of this cure. Who is she? I have seen her before but I do not remember," Lord Elrond replied.
"She cannot remember much about herself or her past, but she did reveal her name. She is Princess Ayriel. This is all that I know about her," Legolas replied.
"Ayriel, did you say? I must alert Arwen at once!" Lord Elrond cried as he left.
"Arwen? What does Ayriel have to do with Arwen?" Legolas pondered.
He lowered himself to his knees, and rested as he crossed his arms on the side of the bed. He stroked her hair, pushing the stray strands out of her face. Her skin was warm and dry to the touch. The poison had not reached her heart. He had saved her life when he had brought her here.
"Lord Elrond and I saved her, but did we do the right thing? She knows nothing of this world or does not remember the Elves and I gave her life back to her," Legolas whispered to himself. "She is not full Elf, or she learned different because she sleeps with her eyes shut!"
She stirred and tossed in the bed. His heart ached for her; he hoped that he could help her unlock her past. His Elfish ears picked up light footsteps: someone was coming! Arwen scurried past him to Ayriel.
"Oh! She is alive! Thank Valar, she is alive!" Arwen cried.
"You know her? I found her in the East Forest. Who is she?" Legolas wondered.
"She is Princess Ayriel Starlize. An Elf from different planet. She came here about a hundred years back. She was looking for an Elven Prince. But nobody knew the name of the prince that she was to find. She lodged here for many years then disappeared. This is the first time I have seen her in years. I am so glad that you found her," Arwen exclaimed.
Legolas turned his head back towards Ayriel. "Arwen could help her remember, but what made her forget?"
A light rustling perked Legolas's ears up. Ayriel had awakened.
"Legolas, where am I?" she whimpered.
"You are in Rivendell. In the north wing," he replied.
"Rivendell!? Is Arwen still here? I believe that is what my friend was called," she exclaimed.
"Yes she is here, and well might I add. A little too well. How do you feel, Princess?" Legolas murmured.
"All right," she said as she tried to rise up. Legolas stopped her.
"I will retrieve some clothes for you. But first let me prepare a bath so that you can wash off what is left of the poison and blood on your skin. The poison stained all of your other clothes so I had to dispose of them. I will return shortly," Legolas said as he rushed out.
Ayriel rolled over and placed her bare feet on the tile. She picked up a cloth from the floor. The cloth was a cloak, probably Legolas's. She wrapped his cloak around her naked body and stood up from the bed; walked around to the other balcony.
"How do I remember this place? This all seems familiar but I cannot remember this," she thought.
Ayriel turned back towards the room and glided back to the edge of the bed and sat down, awaiting Legolas's return.
