It has been fifteen years since Anariel gave birth to the twins. Halles,
the older one, looked more like his father, but Arthgon, the youngest,
looked more like his mother. They both were guardians of Lorien like their
father, Haldir, but Arthgon, who loved his mother so dearly, learned the
art of healing and was in the process of learning spells to kill the
servants of the Dark Lord from Anariel.
There was much love between Avantarwen and Arthgon, but Halles seemed a little detached, aloof even. Anariel noted this but didn't worry too much over it, he spend much time with his father and uncles and became a great fighter. Anariel was a guardian too, but she was made a companion to the Lady Galadriel from whom she learned much. Halles didn't see how skilled his mother was, even though he had heard stories from everyone he knew. He knew his mother was called 'Gormegil' by the orcs, but didn't see how such a sweet woman could be so strong and dangerous, until one day when Gormegil returned.
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"We can't hold them back much longer! We need help! Haldir, you must get her, she must help us!" Orophin shouted to Haldir over the screams of the orcs and elves battling for control of the borders.
"Arthgon! Arthgon!" Haldir called for his youngest son. "You must go and fetch your mother. Tell her to get her sword. Tell her, 'Gormegil is needed'."
"But, Adar. If naneth fights, she will die!"
"Arthgon, do you doubt your mother's skill?" Haldir looked into Arthgon's eyes and saw not only fear, but a certainty that shook him to the bone.
"Adar. I have seen this. It's what's going to happen if she fights."
"Arthgon, we will stand by her and protect her. But, she must fight. Now go!"
Arthgon ran back into Caras Galadon and found his mother and Lady Galadriel comforting Avantarwen.
"Naneth," he said, walking to her. "Adar says he needs you. He said he needs Gormegil."
Anariel looked up at her son. "Arthgon, my son, go back to your father and tell him . . ." She looked at Galadriel. "That Gormegil will not let him down. That Gormegil shall return!"
Arthgon nodded and ran back to his father.
Meanwhile, Anariel turned to her daughter. "Avantarwen, my dear daughter, you must be strong. Whatever happens, you must not despair. Now, you must go with Galadriel. Do whatever she asks of you."
"But, naneth!"
"Listen to me! We may not return. There is always that possibility. But, I want you to know, whatever happens, that I love you. I have always held you closer to my heart than your brothers. In you, I see everything that I should have been. You, my firstborn, my daughter, will always be in my heart. And in my last breaths, I will praise your brothers, your father, and you. You will be the last word to leave my lips."
"Naneth, don't speak those words. You will come back! You have to!"
Anariel hugged her daughter for what would be the last time and silently said goodbye to Galadriel. She shouldered her blade and ran off to the fight.
Avantarwen, with tears in her eyes, walked into the palace.
"Anariel. This is the end. This is how the Goldenarrows will stop. Now is when they will finally fall. I loved you, Anariel. I loved you as much as I loved my own daughter. I will miss you, my dear. Namarie." Galadriel walked into the palace and sat on her throne. She closed her eyes, and with a heavy heart, she said her final goodbye for Anariel. "Namarie, Anariel, Namarie."
There was much love between Avantarwen and Arthgon, but Halles seemed a little detached, aloof even. Anariel noted this but didn't worry too much over it, he spend much time with his father and uncles and became a great fighter. Anariel was a guardian too, but she was made a companion to the Lady Galadriel from whom she learned much. Halles didn't see how skilled his mother was, even though he had heard stories from everyone he knew. He knew his mother was called 'Gormegil' by the orcs, but didn't see how such a sweet woman could be so strong and dangerous, until one day when Gormegil returned.
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"We can't hold them back much longer! We need help! Haldir, you must get her, she must help us!" Orophin shouted to Haldir over the screams of the orcs and elves battling for control of the borders.
"Arthgon! Arthgon!" Haldir called for his youngest son. "You must go and fetch your mother. Tell her to get her sword. Tell her, 'Gormegil is needed'."
"But, Adar. If naneth fights, she will die!"
"Arthgon, do you doubt your mother's skill?" Haldir looked into Arthgon's eyes and saw not only fear, but a certainty that shook him to the bone.
"Adar. I have seen this. It's what's going to happen if she fights."
"Arthgon, we will stand by her and protect her. But, she must fight. Now go!"
Arthgon ran back into Caras Galadon and found his mother and Lady Galadriel comforting Avantarwen.
"Naneth," he said, walking to her. "Adar says he needs you. He said he needs Gormegil."
Anariel looked up at her son. "Arthgon, my son, go back to your father and tell him . . ." She looked at Galadriel. "That Gormegil will not let him down. That Gormegil shall return!"
Arthgon nodded and ran back to his father.
Meanwhile, Anariel turned to her daughter. "Avantarwen, my dear daughter, you must be strong. Whatever happens, you must not despair. Now, you must go with Galadriel. Do whatever she asks of you."
"But, naneth!"
"Listen to me! We may not return. There is always that possibility. But, I want you to know, whatever happens, that I love you. I have always held you closer to my heart than your brothers. In you, I see everything that I should have been. You, my firstborn, my daughter, will always be in my heart. And in my last breaths, I will praise your brothers, your father, and you. You will be the last word to leave my lips."
"Naneth, don't speak those words. You will come back! You have to!"
Anariel hugged her daughter for what would be the last time and silently said goodbye to Galadriel. She shouldered her blade and ran off to the fight.
Avantarwen, with tears in her eyes, walked into the palace.
"Anariel. This is the end. This is how the Goldenarrows will stop. Now is when they will finally fall. I loved you, Anariel. I loved you as much as I loved my own daughter. I will miss you, my dear. Namarie." Galadriel walked into the palace and sat on her throne. She closed her eyes, and with a heavy heart, she said her final goodbye for Anariel. "Namarie, Anariel, Namarie."