*Disclaimer: created nothing, own nuthin, cept Dvd's and etc. But I did
not create nor claim I created anything of lotr.
Bordwithir is my character!
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Young one.
Galadriel was in her home Lothlorien; she was attending unfinished duties that she had put off for some larger business. But as she was about to get to the business, she saw her messenger run to her and bow with courtesy.
Then she spoke. She told her queen of a strange building that had come just over the hill. She said that strange people had been leaving an injured elf there. The messenger suspected that it was slave traders. She had seen this before.
Galadriel sighed; she stood up and hailed her horse to be ready.
She had heard of these 'slave traders' before. One of her own people had been captured, but narrowly escaped. She had seen the abuse of them on the unfortunate soul. Galadriel decided this was a time for action now. The traders had come back. She had managed to scare them off with a warning, but now they have struck again. And, with another elf.
Galadriel readied a small pack of soldiers to travel with her to their lair. Celeborn (Galadriel's current husband and lover) calmly walked up to her and questioned her.
"Where are you going lovely?" He asked playfully, but if he had been paying attention, he would have seen the hard expression crossed on his love's face.
"To the slave traders lair," She replied promptly and readied her armor. Even though they were just slave traders, they were cruel and ruthless with their power. Celeborn seemed shocked and grabbed her arm.
"You are not to go," He told her sternly. She stared at him shocked.
"I must go," She told him in an almost desperate tone. "It might be one of our people, and even if it isn't they don't deserved to be treated like orcs!"
"Then I shall have no choice but to accompany you!" And, as he readied his horse the soldiers stood their queen's side, loyally.
"I shall leave the tidings of business to Celebrian, my daughter," She looked ahead, "In case of worse come to worse," She said a silent prayer, hoping it would work. She looked up to the sun setting horizon. She had to stop them. This was cruelty, horrid men, why do they do this?
Celeborn had made himself up in armor and brought a sword. They were ready to ride out and free this slave business.
Bordwithir (the captain) had come with his pack of wood elves, and they stood by their queen loyally.
The Queen of the Golden Wood stared right down on the hill.
"It ends right now,"
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((The day was clear and precious to behold such a gray eye. Elros and Elrond playfully tackled each other in the gorgeous green fields next to the blue ocean. When they had wrestled enough to wear each other out, they lay down and looked up at the clouds. Elros began to name clouds that looked like wargs and kings. Elrond just laughed, and pointed to one that looked like a bird. It reminded him of a gull. He closed his eyes and could here the gulls cry. He could also hear his Naneth call him.
"Boys! Boys!" Called their dear Naneth. They both sat up and grinned at each other. They wondered if their mother wanted to play with them. They looked up at the tower and laughed as they thought they could play with their Naneth a mud wrestling game.
The tiny peredhils giggled heartily and started to get up to fetch her, when they saw something. Elros was the first to see it. He yelled to Elrond and they both watched in confusion and fear as a white figure fell into the ocean. Elros and Elrond stared at each other wide-eyed, wondering who that was! Elrond's heart suddenly felt something of knowledge that he should never have had to know.
They rushed to the top of the tower, but all they found was an empty stone tower, and a gray velvet sheet. It was half way outside of the opening, and before the boys could grab it, it let itself go. They never saw their Naneth again.))
Elrond flinched in his slumber. He was slowly dying, but he didn't know it. His heart's will was giving in to the cold hand of death. And his soul was being lead by its stale breath.
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Galadriel had reached the building, and her men had charged it. They rushed into the stone hole, and fought off the traders who were the evilest of all creatures to the elves.
When the battle had ended, only a few elves were hurt, and one seriously injured by a club. But, by then, all seemed well. Now just to find the injured elf.
Galadriel was lead in by Bordwithir, as she searched each stale cell, she searched for one elf. She looked inside the black murk cages, but saw none. Save one....
Galadriel would have almost passed this over, if she hadn't seen something flinch in the blackness. She came closer and her light and lover illuminated the cage. Inside there was a young elf.
He had long black hair, and pale skin. But, it seemed as if she had come too late. The soldiers broke the jail door down and let her inside to the elf. She came closer to him. She felt tears erupting in her eyes.
"No..," She quietly pleaded.
His skin was so pale and cold. It felt almost rubber it was so cold and stiff. Around his eyes and lips....his whole face was a pale blue. Tears of sorrow and pain were released when she soothed his hair out.
She put her hand over his face and prayed harder. With all her strength she pleaded and cried. "Let this young elf live just one last day, not in this cell, but free." She silently called.
The elf didn't move.
She took her hand off and sighed wearied.
Celeborn had been watching his wife try and try to heal the dead looking elf. He felt much sorrow and pain for the unfortunate thing. Galadriel shook with tears, and he came to her side. She flung herself into his arms and wailed.
She couldn't stand to see something happen like this...not when they were this close.....oh so close.
She couldn't bare to look at his corpse much longer.
Celeborn comforted her, and stole one last glance at the fallen elf. He was saddened to see nothing..but, wait. It moved?
Celeborn shook Galadriel a little harder as the elf shivered once more. He wasn't crazy and he knew it! Most of the guards were gasping. Galadriel turned to see what her husband was gaping at.
Then she stared at him.
Elrond flinched.
Galadriel called her healers in. She tried to move the limp body over, in order to see his full face and eyes.
When she had finally succeeded, she held his head in her lap. She stroked the sides of his temples and chanted.
Elrond flinched harder. Then he convulsed. He felt pain. He felt a world of it. Of none like any other physical pain. "Ugh..," He managed as he saw a bright light. He tried to open his eyes, but the light was bright, and the pain was much.
He groaned, and felt many warm hands began to move him over. He felt like he'd rather die now than suffer this.
But, he didn't know that Galadriel was trying to save his life. She had brought him back from limbo. He wasn't quite dead yet, but he wasn't alive either. More or less in a sleepless slumber of cold. He shivered and breathed a full breath of air into his wasted lungs.
He cried out in a silent roar of anguish as his whole body erupted in warmth and life.
He shook one last time, and then opened his tired gray eyes to stare into a pair of eyes that seemed bluer than the open sky itself.
Galadriel smiled at him and stroked him. He just stared unsure of who this was. He felt almost like he was in his Naneth's arms again.
But, it definitely wasn't her. He had no idea who she was; he had never seen her face before in his life. And as he fell into a calmer sleep, he heard her say,
"You have been found, young one," She whispered as he began to sleep.
"You have been found, and can come home,"
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I glad I got to update it! ;D thank you for the review Empress of Alvarra! Yay! yay!
Thank you! :D hope you like this chapter ^_^
Oh, and I do know that Elrond is half-elven, but to Galadriel it just seems to be an elf. Okay!
Bordwithir is my character!
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Young one.
Galadriel was in her home Lothlorien; she was attending unfinished duties that she had put off for some larger business. But as she was about to get to the business, she saw her messenger run to her and bow with courtesy.
Then she spoke. She told her queen of a strange building that had come just over the hill. She said that strange people had been leaving an injured elf there. The messenger suspected that it was slave traders. She had seen this before.
Galadriel sighed; she stood up and hailed her horse to be ready.
She had heard of these 'slave traders' before. One of her own people had been captured, but narrowly escaped. She had seen the abuse of them on the unfortunate soul. Galadriel decided this was a time for action now. The traders had come back. She had managed to scare them off with a warning, but now they have struck again. And, with another elf.
Galadriel readied a small pack of soldiers to travel with her to their lair. Celeborn (Galadriel's current husband and lover) calmly walked up to her and questioned her.
"Where are you going lovely?" He asked playfully, but if he had been paying attention, he would have seen the hard expression crossed on his love's face.
"To the slave traders lair," She replied promptly and readied her armor. Even though they were just slave traders, they were cruel and ruthless with their power. Celeborn seemed shocked and grabbed her arm.
"You are not to go," He told her sternly. She stared at him shocked.
"I must go," She told him in an almost desperate tone. "It might be one of our people, and even if it isn't they don't deserved to be treated like orcs!"
"Then I shall have no choice but to accompany you!" And, as he readied his horse the soldiers stood their queen's side, loyally.
"I shall leave the tidings of business to Celebrian, my daughter," She looked ahead, "In case of worse come to worse," She said a silent prayer, hoping it would work. She looked up to the sun setting horizon. She had to stop them. This was cruelty, horrid men, why do they do this?
Celeborn had made himself up in armor and brought a sword. They were ready to ride out and free this slave business.
Bordwithir (the captain) had come with his pack of wood elves, and they stood by their queen loyally.
The Queen of the Golden Wood stared right down on the hill.
"It ends right now,"
~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~` ~~~~~~~~`` ~~~~~~```
((The day was clear and precious to behold such a gray eye. Elros and Elrond playfully tackled each other in the gorgeous green fields next to the blue ocean. When they had wrestled enough to wear each other out, they lay down and looked up at the clouds. Elros began to name clouds that looked like wargs and kings. Elrond just laughed, and pointed to one that looked like a bird. It reminded him of a gull. He closed his eyes and could here the gulls cry. He could also hear his Naneth call him.
"Boys! Boys!" Called their dear Naneth. They both sat up and grinned at each other. They wondered if their mother wanted to play with them. They looked up at the tower and laughed as they thought they could play with their Naneth a mud wrestling game.
The tiny peredhils giggled heartily and started to get up to fetch her, when they saw something. Elros was the first to see it. He yelled to Elrond and they both watched in confusion and fear as a white figure fell into the ocean. Elros and Elrond stared at each other wide-eyed, wondering who that was! Elrond's heart suddenly felt something of knowledge that he should never have had to know.
They rushed to the top of the tower, but all they found was an empty stone tower, and a gray velvet sheet. It was half way outside of the opening, and before the boys could grab it, it let itself go. They never saw their Naneth again.))
Elrond flinched in his slumber. He was slowly dying, but he didn't know it. His heart's will was giving in to the cold hand of death. And his soul was being lead by its stale breath.
~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Galadriel had reached the building, and her men had charged it. They rushed into the stone hole, and fought off the traders who were the evilest of all creatures to the elves.
When the battle had ended, only a few elves were hurt, and one seriously injured by a club. But, by then, all seemed well. Now just to find the injured elf.
Galadriel was lead in by Bordwithir, as she searched each stale cell, she searched for one elf. She looked inside the black murk cages, but saw none. Save one....
Galadriel would have almost passed this over, if she hadn't seen something flinch in the blackness. She came closer and her light and lover illuminated the cage. Inside there was a young elf.
He had long black hair, and pale skin. But, it seemed as if she had come too late. The soldiers broke the jail door down and let her inside to the elf. She came closer to him. She felt tears erupting in her eyes.
"No..," She quietly pleaded.
His skin was so pale and cold. It felt almost rubber it was so cold and stiff. Around his eyes and lips....his whole face was a pale blue. Tears of sorrow and pain were released when she soothed his hair out.
She put her hand over his face and prayed harder. With all her strength she pleaded and cried. "Let this young elf live just one last day, not in this cell, but free." She silently called.
The elf didn't move.
She took her hand off and sighed wearied.
Celeborn had been watching his wife try and try to heal the dead looking elf. He felt much sorrow and pain for the unfortunate thing. Galadriel shook with tears, and he came to her side. She flung herself into his arms and wailed.
She couldn't stand to see something happen like this...not when they were this close.....oh so close.
She couldn't bare to look at his corpse much longer.
Celeborn comforted her, and stole one last glance at the fallen elf. He was saddened to see nothing..but, wait. It moved?
Celeborn shook Galadriel a little harder as the elf shivered once more. He wasn't crazy and he knew it! Most of the guards were gasping. Galadriel turned to see what her husband was gaping at.
Then she stared at him.
Elrond flinched.
Galadriel called her healers in. She tried to move the limp body over, in order to see his full face and eyes.
When she had finally succeeded, she held his head in her lap. She stroked the sides of his temples and chanted.
Elrond flinched harder. Then he convulsed. He felt pain. He felt a world of it. Of none like any other physical pain. "Ugh..," He managed as he saw a bright light. He tried to open his eyes, but the light was bright, and the pain was much.
He groaned, and felt many warm hands began to move him over. He felt like he'd rather die now than suffer this.
But, he didn't know that Galadriel was trying to save his life. She had brought him back from limbo. He wasn't quite dead yet, but he wasn't alive either. More or less in a sleepless slumber of cold. He shivered and breathed a full breath of air into his wasted lungs.
He cried out in a silent roar of anguish as his whole body erupted in warmth and life.
He shook one last time, and then opened his tired gray eyes to stare into a pair of eyes that seemed bluer than the open sky itself.
Galadriel smiled at him and stroked him. He just stared unsure of who this was. He felt almost like he was in his Naneth's arms again.
But, it definitely wasn't her. He had no idea who she was; he had never seen her face before in his life. And as he fell into a calmer sleep, he heard her say,
"You have been found, young one," She whispered as he began to sleep.
"You have been found, and can come home,"
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I glad I got to update it! ;D thank you for the review Empress of Alvarra! Yay! yay!
Thank you! :D hope you like this chapter ^_^
Oh, and I do know that Elrond is half-elven, but to Galadriel it just seems to be an elf. Okay!