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Ch. 37
"Tarien? Melethnin? Please come out."
Legolas whispered through the door to a bedroom, coaxing a distraught Tarien. After saying some word that seemed to be random, she'd launched herself past everyone else into a room and locked the door. For the past hour Legolas had been attempting to convince her to come out so that they may find out who or what "Kromagul" was.
"Legolas, if you come in here, alone, I will speak to you." Her small voice quivered through the door.
Legolas looked at everyone else for permission. They all nodded. He said, "Let me in, Tarien."
The door opened slightly and a hand reached through, very near to the top. A handful of Legolas's tunic was snatched in the fist and he was yanked forward.
"Oof!"
When Tarien had attempted to pull him through, she'd forgotten that he was too tall to fit in without crouching. He ducked and entered, and the door slammed behind him.
Everyone immediately turned to Galadriel. Gandalf took a step towards her and said, "We know you do not like to share inner thoughts with others, but you must tell us who- what- 'Kromagul' is. It may be important."
"I wish I could, Gandalf." The enchantress's voice was wearied and sounded not like her own. She seemed weak, worried, fatigued- understandable, considering the circumstances. "I cannot reach her. It is as though she is dead, or..... there is some kind of wall, or a barrier. I cannot see into her mind." At this point she sat down and placed her head in her hands. As she trembled, Arwen's eyes pooled and she ran to comfort her grandmother.
A loud noise of confusion emitted from the room that held the Elven couple, followed by soft sobbing. Pippin jumped, having been holding a damp cloth to Frodo's chest while watching the scene around him. The..... ooze had stopped, though Frodo seemed to be out of it.
BANG.
The door snapped open and Legolas held a Tarien with a slit across her throat. He ran over to a bed and darted through the hall doors in order to get a cloth. When he returned, he carefully dabbed the wound, helping to slow the flow of blood.
"What happened?" asked Gandalf.
"She told me what Kromagul was. She told me what Kromagul was, and then.....this."
He placed his head in his hands and wept.
Ch. 37
"Tarien? Melethnin? Please come out."
Legolas whispered through the door to a bedroom, coaxing a distraught Tarien. After saying some word that seemed to be random, she'd launched herself past everyone else into a room and locked the door. For the past hour Legolas had been attempting to convince her to come out so that they may find out who or what "Kromagul" was.
"Legolas, if you come in here, alone, I will speak to you." Her small voice quivered through the door.
Legolas looked at everyone else for permission. They all nodded. He said, "Let me in, Tarien."
The door opened slightly and a hand reached through, very near to the top. A handful of Legolas's tunic was snatched in the fist and he was yanked forward.
"Oof!"
When Tarien had attempted to pull him through, she'd forgotten that he was too tall to fit in without crouching. He ducked and entered, and the door slammed behind him.
Everyone immediately turned to Galadriel. Gandalf took a step towards her and said, "We know you do not like to share inner thoughts with others, but you must tell us who- what- 'Kromagul' is. It may be important."
"I wish I could, Gandalf." The enchantress's voice was wearied and sounded not like her own. She seemed weak, worried, fatigued- understandable, considering the circumstances. "I cannot reach her. It is as though she is dead, or..... there is some kind of wall, or a barrier. I cannot see into her mind." At this point she sat down and placed her head in her hands. As she trembled, Arwen's eyes pooled and she ran to comfort her grandmother.
A loud noise of confusion emitted from the room that held the Elven couple, followed by soft sobbing. Pippin jumped, having been holding a damp cloth to Frodo's chest while watching the scene around him. The..... ooze had stopped, though Frodo seemed to be out of it.
BANG.
The door snapped open and Legolas held a Tarien with a slit across her throat. He ran over to a bed and darted through the hall doors in order to get a cloth. When he returned, he carefully dabbed the wound, helping to slow the flow of blood.
"What happened?" asked Gandalf.
"She told me what Kromagul was. She told me what Kromagul was, and then.....this."
He placed his head in his hands and wept.
