Elladan, Elrohir, Chimone, Arwen and Aragorn were all outside the room,
waiting as patiently as they possibly could for news about Thranduil and
Legolas.
Elrond soon walked out of the room to be greeted by the five of them.
"Both of them will live. Legolas' shoulder had indeed become worse but within the short time, but that will heal. I'm afraid his mental state will not quite as easily," Elrond told them.
"I can see why. I can hardly imagine, blaming oneself for something beyond their control and in the end, you aren't even responsible for it. Someone else is," sighed Elrohir as he began to pace back and forth.
Aragorn had placed his hand on his chin. It appeared to Elladan that he was thinking about something.
"What's wrong Aragorn?" he asked, his curiousity getting the better of him.
"I just realized something," Aragorn replied.
"And what's that?" wondered Arwen as she listened in on the conversation.
"That gargoyle? The one with the paler skin and hair? She might still in here somewhere. We should find her if she is," Aragorn told them.
"Yes, we should actually. Even though she's injured, she could still do some damage before she leaves," agreed Elrohir as he began to head down the hall.
"When you find her, bring her to me," Elrond told him.
Elrohir looked at his father with widened eyes.
"You can't be serious!" he cried. "She...she's a gargoyle!"
"I know that and even she deserves my attention, no matter what race she belongs to," Elrond sternly replied. "And once she gets better, she can possibly help us."
Elrohir rolled his eyes and sighed before heading down the hall, Aragorn and Elladan following him.
"So how should we go about finding her?" wondered Aragorn.
"We split up. We'll cover more ground that way. Though there's one thing I can't assure you of Father," Elrohir replied.
"What's that?" Elladan cautiously asked.
"That I will get along with that thing. She's injured Legolas in more ways than one and I don't like it at all," he replied.
The three soon went into different directions to look for the gargoyle.
***
Elladan found his way into the library. He looked around the room to see no one there. He gave a sigh.
"It is so difficult to find one person in a large place. For all we know, she could be gone by now. She could even be dead in some hidden area and we not know it until it was too late," he muttered to himself before walking out of the room.
He began to head down the hall to his next destination.
***
Elrohir walked down the hall, heading towards the kitchen. He figured that she wasn't down in this direction: no one had come of the rooms, screaming.
"When I get the chance, she is so going to pay for what she's done. The last thing Legolas needed was her," he quietly said to himself before heading down the hall.
He began to look inside the other rooms down the hallway.
***
The hours passed and darkness of night settled on the land. Aragorn made his way down into the dungeon area with a torch.
He looked around the place, giving a sigh.
"I can't see how she would have come down here anyway. I'm not sure why I came down in the first place," he said before starting to turn around.
But he caught the sight of something lying in the corner from the light of the flame. It appeared to be a figure of some sort. He walked closer to it and the light showed it was Narcissis, her blood lying in a pool beneath her. He hurried up to her side and looked at the wound. She looked up at him as he walked over to her.
As soon as he did so, he was surprised to see her eyes open slightly and stare up at him.
"Leave me be," she barely managed to say.
"No, I won't. I can get you help for this injury," he told her.
"I am sure you can but I want to die. I want to be with my brother," she whispered to him.
"You will see him someday but I cannot let you simply die now," Aragorn replied before he gently picked her up. "I have a small feeling that you have the answer to something."
He headed out of the dungeon and up to Elrond.
***
Elladan and Elrohir walked up to the room their father was in and knocked on the door. Elrond, who was attending to Legolas, stood up and walked over to the door and answered it.
"We couldn't find her. She was nowhere to be found in the areas that we searched in," Elladan said with a sigh.
"So she is either in the areas that Aragorn searched in or not even in the palace anymore," Elrond mused as he stepped out of the room and left the door slightly ajar.
It was at that moment that Aragorn came running down the hall, a figure in his arms. The three saw that it was indeed Narcissis. Elrohir growled as Aragorn hurried up to them.
"Where did you find her Aragorn?" demanded Elrond.
"She was down in the dungeon area. I almost missed her, it was so dark," he replied.
Elrond quickly looked up and down the hall before coming to a nearby door.
"Bring her in here," Elrond told him, motioning with his hand.
Aragorn followed him and laid her on the bed before stepping back and allowing Elrond to look at her wound.
"Do you mind getting me some supplies?" Elrond asked him.
"What?" Aragorn said, surprised by the question.
"Supplies. Do you mind getting some supplies for me? I know Elrohir won't want to, he hates this creature. I don't think he likes the fact she survived," Elrond replied. "That's why I'm asking you."
Aragorn nodded before heading out of the room.
***
Legolas was walking down the hallway when he came across Nanaylia's room. He saw that the door was slightly ajar and he saw someone was inside. He wondered who would be in his sister's old room and walked inside to find out.
There, he found Nanaylia sitting on the bed. It appeared that she was waiting for him to walk into the room. Legolas had to blink as he continued to look at her. It was the last person he expected to see.
"Nanaylia?" he asked, the tears in his eyes.
"Hi Legolas. I'm not really here Lego. You're dreaming," she told him.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" he wondered as he walked up to her.
"I wanted to tell you that I miss you and that I also want to tell you to get past what Manlin has done to me. It cannot be changed, no matter how hard you try or anyone else tries," she explained.
"I miss you so much. I wish you could come back to me and Father," he told her.
"I know, I do too but the past can't hurt. You can either run from it all your life or you can accept it and go on. It's your choice," Nanaylia said to him.
"Alright, I will but it won't be easy to, Nanay," he replied, the tears falling down his face.
"I know that but do it please. For me," she told him, her voice becoming more distant.
The two gave each other a hug before the images disappeared before Legolas' closed eyes. He gasped suddenly and he opened them to see Chimone standing across the room, her back turned towards him as she straightening something on the dresser. She was humming as he groaned. She turned to face him before walking to the side of the bed.
"Legolas, how are you feeling?" she asked him in a worried voice.
"I really can't say yet Mony. How is Father doing?" he quietly replied.
"He will be fine," Chimone replied. "He just requires some rest, like what you need."
Legolas gave a small smile before drifting into sleep.
***
Later in the night, Elrond sat down in the chair next to the bed. The wound in Narcissis' shoulder had been serious but he managed to stop the injury from bleeding further and getting worse. Possibly even preventing her from dying such a death.
"It has been a long night. I know the gargoyle will live now and when she awakens, I will have to ask her a few questions about what recently happened," he quietly said to himself before staring at the gargoyle.
He narrowed his eyes in confusion before standing back up and walking over to the bed. He looked over her entire body and he knew he wasn't hallucinating at that moment. He pulled the covers back over her body and sat back down in the chair while still looking at her still body.
"This is most interesting. She is slowly changing form. Why is that?" he wondered.
Then it came to him as why, remembering what happened just recently. He was surprised with this.
"She is under the control of the magic Manlin was studying! The effects are now wearing off because he is dead!" he gasped. "She is of another race other than gargoyle."
TBC...
Elrond soon walked out of the room to be greeted by the five of them.
"Both of them will live. Legolas' shoulder had indeed become worse but within the short time, but that will heal. I'm afraid his mental state will not quite as easily," Elrond told them.
"I can see why. I can hardly imagine, blaming oneself for something beyond their control and in the end, you aren't even responsible for it. Someone else is," sighed Elrohir as he began to pace back and forth.
Aragorn had placed his hand on his chin. It appeared to Elladan that he was thinking about something.
"What's wrong Aragorn?" he asked, his curiousity getting the better of him.
"I just realized something," Aragorn replied.
"And what's that?" wondered Arwen as she listened in on the conversation.
"That gargoyle? The one with the paler skin and hair? She might still in here somewhere. We should find her if she is," Aragorn told them.
"Yes, we should actually. Even though she's injured, she could still do some damage before she leaves," agreed Elrohir as he began to head down the hall.
"When you find her, bring her to me," Elrond told him.
Elrohir looked at his father with widened eyes.
"You can't be serious!" he cried. "She...she's a gargoyle!"
"I know that and even she deserves my attention, no matter what race she belongs to," Elrond sternly replied. "And once she gets better, she can possibly help us."
Elrohir rolled his eyes and sighed before heading down the hall, Aragorn and Elladan following him.
"So how should we go about finding her?" wondered Aragorn.
"We split up. We'll cover more ground that way. Though there's one thing I can't assure you of Father," Elrohir replied.
"What's that?" Elladan cautiously asked.
"That I will get along with that thing. She's injured Legolas in more ways than one and I don't like it at all," he replied.
The three soon went into different directions to look for the gargoyle.
***
Elladan found his way into the library. He looked around the room to see no one there. He gave a sigh.
"It is so difficult to find one person in a large place. For all we know, she could be gone by now. She could even be dead in some hidden area and we not know it until it was too late," he muttered to himself before walking out of the room.
He began to head down the hall to his next destination.
***
Elrohir walked down the hall, heading towards the kitchen. He figured that she wasn't down in this direction: no one had come of the rooms, screaming.
"When I get the chance, she is so going to pay for what she's done. The last thing Legolas needed was her," he quietly said to himself before heading down the hall.
He began to look inside the other rooms down the hallway.
***
The hours passed and darkness of night settled on the land. Aragorn made his way down into the dungeon area with a torch.
He looked around the place, giving a sigh.
"I can't see how she would have come down here anyway. I'm not sure why I came down in the first place," he said before starting to turn around.
But he caught the sight of something lying in the corner from the light of the flame. It appeared to be a figure of some sort. He walked closer to it and the light showed it was Narcissis, her blood lying in a pool beneath her. He hurried up to her side and looked at the wound. She looked up at him as he walked over to her.
As soon as he did so, he was surprised to see her eyes open slightly and stare up at him.
"Leave me be," she barely managed to say.
"No, I won't. I can get you help for this injury," he told her.
"I am sure you can but I want to die. I want to be with my brother," she whispered to him.
"You will see him someday but I cannot let you simply die now," Aragorn replied before he gently picked her up. "I have a small feeling that you have the answer to something."
He headed out of the dungeon and up to Elrond.
***
Elladan and Elrohir walked up to the room their father was in and knocked on the door. Elrond, who was attending to Legolas, stood up and walked over to the door and answered it.
"We couldn't find her. She was nowhere to be found in the areas that we searched in," Elladan said with a sigh.
"So she is either in the areas that Aragorn searched in or not even in the palace anymore," Elrond mused as he stepped out of the room and left the door slightly ajar.
It was at that moment that Aragorn came running down the hall, a figure in his arms. The three saw that it was indeed Narcissis. Elrohir growled as Aragorn hurried up to them.
"Where did you find her Aragorn?" demanded Elrond.
"She was down in the dungeon area. I almost missed her, it was so dark," he replied.
Elrond quickly looked up and down the hall before coming to a nearby door.
"Bring her in here," Elrond told him, motioning with his hand.
Aragorn followed him and laid her on the bed before stepping back and allowing Elrond to look at her wound.
"Do you mind getting me some supplies?" Elrond asked him.
"What?" Aragorn said, surprised by the question.
"Supplies. Do you mind getting some supplies for me? I know Elrohir won't want to, he hates this creature. I don't think he likes the fact she survived," Elrond replied. "That's why I'm asking you."
Aragorn nodded before heading out of the room.
***
Legolas was walking down the hallway when he came across Nanaylia's room. He saw that the door was slightly ajar and he saw someone was inside. He wondered who would be in his sister's old room and walked inside to find out.
There, he found Nanaylia sitting on the bed. It appeared that she was waiting for him to walk into the room. Legolas had to blink as he continued to look at her. It was the last person he expected to see.
"Nanaylia?" he asked, the tears in his eyes.
"Hi Legolas. I'm not really here Lego. You're dreaming," she told him.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" he wondered as he walked up to her.
"I wanted to tell you that I miss you and that I also want to tell you to get past what Manlin has done to me. It cannot be changed, no matter how hard you try or anyone else tries," she explained.
"I miss you so much. I wish you could come back to me and Father," he told her.
"I know, I do too but the past can't hurt. You can either run from it all your life or you can accept it and go on. It's your choice," Nanaylia said to him.
"Alright, I will but it won't be easy to, Nanay," he replied, the tears falling down his face.
"I know that but do it please. For me," she told him, her voice becoming more distant.
The two gave each other a hug before the images disappeared before Legolas' closed eyes. He gasped suddenly and he opened them to see Chimone standing across the room, her back turned towards him as she straightening something on the dresser. She was humming as he groaned. She turned to face him before walking to the side of the bed.
"Legolas, how are you feeling?" she asked him in a worried voice.
"I really can't say yet Mony. How is Father doing?" he quietly replied.
"He will be fine," Chimone replied. "He just requires some rest, like what you need."
Legolas gave a small smile before drifting into sleep.
***
Later in the night, Elrond sat down in the chair next to the bed. The wound in Narcissis' shoulder had been serious but he managed to stop the injury from bleeding further and getting worse. Possibly even preventing her from dying such a death.
"It has been a long night. I know the gargoyle will live now and when she awakens, I will have to ask her a few questions about what recently happened," he quietly said to himself before staring at the gargoyle.
He narrowed his eyes in confusion before standing back up and walking over to the bed. He looked over her entire body and he knew he wasn't hallucinating at that moment. He pulled the covers back over her body and sat back down in the chair while still looking at her still body.
"This is most interesting. She is slowly changing form. Why is that?" he wondered.
Then it came to him as why, remembering what happened just recently. He was surprised with this.
"She is under the control of the magic Manlin was studying! The effects are now wearing off because he is dead!" he gasped. "She is of another race other than gargoyle."
TBC...