CHAPTER III
THE VISIONARY
Aralokë woke up and found himself on a bed. He looked around and saw several elves tending herbs and treating the sick. He was in the healing houses. He jumped up but then an elvish healer walked up to him and forced him on the bed.
"You cannot get out of bed until your wounds are fully healed", said the healer.
"Let me go!" yelled Aralokë. "This is a matter of dire importance!"
"Can't the importance wait?" asked the healer. Aralokë found a cup of water right next to his bed and grabbed it. He threw the water in her face and he ran out of the room. And right out of the room was I.
"Oh thank the Valar", exclaimed Aralokë. "Right before I passed out I..."
"You skipped training, played with your buddies, and watch some maidens taking baths", I said to him. "I know".
"No", said Aralokë. "I..."
"What?" I said sarcastically. "Did you just deny your actions?"
"That's not what I meant", said Aralokë. "I have something of dire importance not just for you but for all of Mirkwood".
"This is of dire importance", I exclaimed. "You used to be such a good soldier- one of my bests. But ever since you've been having those visions you're on the edge of darkness."
"Speaking of visions", said Aralokë. "I just had one. Lord Faramir of Gondor came to our aid and we helped him. Because of that, Mirkwood was invaded and the Nazgul took over."
"Please", I said to him. "I don't have time for this".
"But my last vision came true", he said to me.
"Yes", I said to him. "The one about Lorien being assaulted by Orcs. But what about the one about the Grey Wizard turning white? What about the one where the king of Gondor arose again? Have those come true?"
"Not yet", said Aralokë. "But still..."
"My point is", I interrupted to end the conversation. "You're becoming worse and worse every day. You skip class and play instead of work. You even watch maidens taking baths, which is so uncharacteristic of you..."
"It wasn't my fault", said Aralokë. "I slipped down a hill and...."
"Sure", I said. "Aralokë, just not do anything like that again, okay?"
"Okay", said Aralokë. "But what about my vision?"
"Oh", I said. "I can't guarantee that it would become true. And by law we must help anyone who asks our aide." Aralokë then just gave me a great, evil stare that made my bones chill. "You better get back to the healers. I won't accept you until the healers say you are fit for duty".
"Okay", said Aralokë. He then walked inside and I just walked away. That was one of the most painful conversations I've ever had, and I knew more were coming. Oh well. I just walked away to have something to eat. Then, right after I left, Hinilin, Aráto, and Duinrama ran into the healing houses and threw a quilt on to of Aralokë.
"Guess what?", said Hinilin. "Laurelin made this for you". The other elves made a bunch of "oooo" and "ahhh" noises, but Aralokë just ignored them.
"Guys", said Aralokë. "I'm serious. I had a vision where we helped Lord Faramir of Gondor and because of that decision, all of Mirkwood burned to the ground. Anganca refused to accept this vision, so I'm worried that we'll be doomed because of this. I have a plan to prevent this. Do you agree to help me?"
"Yes", said Aráto. "But what do we do?"
"Okay", said Aralokë. "This is what you must do..."
THE VISIONARY
Aralokë woke up and found himself on a bed. He looked around and saw several elves tending herbs and treating the sick. He was in the healing houses. He jumped up but then an elvish healer walked up to him and forced him on the bed.
"You cannot get out of bed until your wounds are fully healed", said the healer.
"Let me go!" yelled Aralokë. "This is a matter of dire importance!"
"Can't the importance wait?" asked the healer. Aralokë found a cup of water right next to his bed and grabbed it. He threw the water in her face and he ran out of the room. And right out of the room was I.
"Oh thank the Valar", exclaimed Aralokë. "Right before I passed out I..."
"You skipped training, played with your buddies, and watch some maidens taking baths", I said to him. "I know".
"No", said Aralokë. "I..."
"What?" I said sarcastically. "Did you just deny your actions?"
"That's not what I meant", said Aralokë. "I have something of dire importance not just for you but for all of Mirkwood".
"This is of dire importance", I exclaimed. "You used to be such a good soldier- one of my bests. But ever since you've been having those visions you're on the edge of darkness."
"Speaking of visions", said Aralokë. "I just had one. Lord Faramir of Gondor came to our aid and we helped him. Because of that, Mirkwood was invaded and the Nazgul took over."
"Please", I said to him. "I don't have time for this".
"But my last vision came true", he said to me.
"Yes", I said to him. "The one about Lorien being assaulted by Orcs. But what about the one about the Grey Wizard turning white? What about the one where the king of Gondor arose again? Have those come true?"
"Not yet", said Aralokë. "But still..."
"My point is", I interrupted to end the conversation. "You're becoming worse and worse every day. You skip class and play instead of work. You even watch maidens taking baths, which is so uncharacteristic of you..."
"It wasn't my fault", said Aralokë. "I slipped down a hill and...."
"Sure", I said. "Aralokë, just not do anything like that again, okay?"
"Okay", said Aralokë. "But what about my vision?"
"Oh", I said. "I can't guarantee that it would become true. And by law we must help anyone who asks our aide." Aralokë then just gave me a great, evil stare that made my bones chill. "You better get back to the healers. I won't accept you until the healers say you are fit for duty".
"Okay", said Aralokë. He then walked inside and I just walked away. That was one of the most painful conversations I've ever had, and I knew more were coming. Oh well. I just walked away to have something to eat. Then, right after I left, Hinilin, Aráto, and Duinrama ran into the healing houses and threw a quilt on to of Aralokë.
"Guess what?", said Hinilin. "Laurelin made this for you". The other elves made a bunch of "oooo" and "ahhh" noises, but Aralokë just ignored them.
"Guys", said Aralokë. "I'm serious. I had a vision where we helped Lord Faramir of Gondor and because of that decision, all of Mirkwood burned to the ground. Anganca refused to accept this vision, so I'm worried that we'll be doomed because of this. I have a plan to prevent this. Do you agree to help me?"
"Yes", said Aráto. "But what do we do?"
"Okay", said Aralokë. "This is what you must do..."