A/N: Thanks for all of your reviews everyone, and if you don't like where
I'm going with this, feel free to tell me, but in no way will it mean that
I change the story from what I have already written, which at this point in
time, is completed, just not all on ff.net, yet anyway. Believe me I'm
working on it.
The song in this part is one of Tolkien's, not mine, you know how the disclaim goes.
Not mine.. blah, blah, blah.
Samantha.
Chapter 12.
As they rode, Luthien began to fuss, wailing in distress. Arwen slowed Asfaloth, leaning further back in the saddle to cradle Luthien against her own body. She rested one hand gently on the child's forehead, feeling how hot it was.
Leaving go of Asfaloth's reins she reached down into her saddle bags and pulled out a small blue vial of fluid. Uncapping it with her teeth, she poured the whole vial down Luthien's throat, and wrapped the woven Elven blanket more tightly around the sick child.
Sighing, pained because she was unable to do anything else for her daughter, Arwen began to sing.
"I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the sun, beyond the moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in the Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar in beside the walls of Elven Tirion."
Her father, Lord Elrond rode up beside her. "Is everything all right, Arwen?"
"Luthien is ill Ada. Tell Aragorn he must turn off to Lothlorien." She answered, checking the fire of Luthien's fever once more.
"I will tell him." Elrond answered her, bowing his head before he rode towards the head of the column.
As she watched him go, Arwen began to sing again, her voice gentle and soothing to her ill daughter.
"There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lorien! The Winter comes, the bear and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away."
Once more, Arwen stopped singing, this time because Aragorn rode over to her.
"What is wrong?" He asked.
"Luthien is ill, Aragorn. Turn for Lothlorien, or I will take Luthien and go alone." She told him.
"What is wrong with her?"
"She's burning up, Elessar. I have already given her all of the medicine I have. We must go to Lothlorien."
"We will. I will turn now." He reassured her, then rode back to the front of the company, turning the front towards Lothlorien.
"Don't worry, my little one. We will be safe in Lorien soon, Amme promises, little one. I will make you better." Arwen reassured the sick child before she continued in the song, feeling the weight of the words.
"O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?"
When the company arrived on the edge of the Golden Wood, a group of Elvish archers were waiting for them. "How did you know to meet us?" Aragorn asked them, once he had dismounted.
"The Lady Galadriel, Queen of the Eldar in Middle Earth bade us wait for you to arrive." One Elf told them.
"Haldir," Arwen called to him. "I must see Galadriel and Celeborn, I must get to Caras Galadhon at once." Elrond reached up to take Luthien while she dismounted, then passed her back immediately once Arwen was safe on the ground.
"Come then, Lady Undomiel." Haldir turned to give the archers several orders, then helped Arwen up into the saddle of a fresh horse, then mounting his own, and the pair of them rode hard, deep into the ancient forest, leaving the others far behind.
In the city, Arwen and Haldir rode right up to the famed silver staircase, seen by very few besides the Elves themselves.
Without hesitation Arwen dismounted, holding Luthien close to her body, then started up the stairs, something unheard of ever before.
At the top of the stairs the silver doors opened, and Galadriel and Celeborn began their descent. Both of them stared at Arwen in surprise. "Undomiel, what has happened?" Galadriel asked.
"Ada and Aragorn found Luthien and I am being forced to go to Gondor. We are on our way there now, but Luthien is ill." Arwen told them in a rush.
"Rest easy little Evenstar." Celeborn reassured her, taking the sickly child from her mother's arms, while Galadriel placed her arm around Arwen leading her back up the stairs, into the Lord and Lady's private quarters.
The song in this part is one of Tolkien's, not mine, you know how the disclaim goes.
Not mine.. blah, blah, blah.
Samantha.
Chapter 12.
As they rode, Luthien began to fuss, wailing in distress. Arwen slowed Asfaloth, leaning further back in the saddle to cradle Luthien against her own body. She rested one hand gently on the child's forehead, feeling how hot it was.
Leaving go of Asfaloth's reins she reached down into her saddle bags and pulled out a small blue vial of fluid. Uncapping it with her teeth, she poured the whole vial down Luthien's throat, and wrapped the woven Elven blanket more tightly around the sick child.
Sighing, pained because she was unable to do anything else for her daughter, Arwen began to sing.
"I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the sun, beyond the moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in the Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar in beside the walls of Elven Tirion."
Her father, Lord Elrond rode up beside her. "Is everything all right, Arwen?"
"Luthien is ill Ada. Tell Aragorn he must turn off to Lothlorien." She answered, checking the fire of Luthien's fever once more.
"I will tell him." Elrond answered her, bowing his head before he rode towards the head of the column.
As she watched him go, Arwen began to sing again, her voice gentle and soothing to her ill daughter.
"There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lorien! The Winter comes, the bear and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away."
Once more, Arwen stopped singing, this time because Aragorn rode over to her.
"What is wrong?" He asked.
"Luthien is ill, Aragorn. Turn for Lothlorien, or I will take Luthien and go alone." She told him.
"What is wrong with her?"
"She's burning up, Elessar. I have already given her all of the medicine I have. We must go to Lothlorien."
"We will. I will turn now." He reassured her, then rode back to the front of the company, turning the front towards Lothlorien.
"Don't worry, my little one. We will be safe in Lorien soon, Amme promises, little one. I will make you better." Arwen reassured the sick child before she continued in the song, feeling the weight of the words.
"O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?"
When the company arrived on the edge of the Golden Wood, a group of Elvish archers were waiting for them. "How did you know to meet us?" Aragorn asked them, once he had dismounted.
"The Lady Galadriel, Queen of the Eldar in Middle Earth bade us wait for you to arrive." One Elf told them.
"Haldir," Arwen called to him. "I must see Galadriel and Celeborn, I must get to Caras Galadhon at once." Elrond reached up to take Luthien while she dismounted, then passed her back immediately once Arwen was safe on the ground.
"Come then, Lady Undomiel." Haldir turned to give the archers several orders, then helped Arwen up into the saddle of a fresh horse, then mounting his own, and the pair of them rode hard, deep into the ancient forest, leaving the others far behind.
In the city, Arwen and Haldir rode right up to the famed silver staircase, seen by very few besides the Elves themselves.
Without hesitation Arwen dismounted, holding Luthien close to her body, then started up the stairs, something unheard of ever before.
At the top of the stairs the silver doors opened, and Galadriel and Celeborn began their descent. Both of them stared at Arwen in surprise. "Undomiel, what has happened?" Galadriel asked.
"Ada and Aragorn found Luthien and I am being forced to go to Gondor. We are on our way there now, but Luthien is ill." Arwen told them in a rush.
"Rest easy little Evenstar." Celeborn reassured her, taking the sickly child from her mother's arms, while Galadriel placed her arm around Arwen leading her back up the stairs, into the Lord and Lady's private quarters.