Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. LOTR.
A/N- Cellendrya is pronounced "cell-n-dree-ah" Just wanted everyone to
know.
Chapter 3: Without Saying Good bye
Merry couldn't sleep. Each day was a slow, dull, deathbed. With each dawn his cold got worse, his cough deeper. Robin doped him up with many herbal and liquid medications but that only put him to sleep, entitling him to miss many meals. No amount of fresh air or calming songs helped either. 'Another night' he thought aimlessly. 'How much medication is there left?' All though he wanted not to think of the facts he knew that it was necessary. The stars seemed dim and the summer air was muggier then most nights.
He longed to wonder around the castle and explore the Elven House. He lowered his weary limbs to the ground and began to walk down the hall. Halfway down the hall he stopped. On the door to his right, light from a flickering candle suddenly went out. Thinking it a bit odd, Merry pushed it open and glanced about. 'This is the room Belle and Endrile sleep in' His thought was interrupted by a soft growl. Whirling, Merry saw a dark shape looming over the bed. Endrile was in his arms. Merry froze as the shape's eyes met his. They were pools of fire, two huge burning embers.
"UNCA!" Endrile screamed, now awake. Merry couldn't function anything. "UNCA!" Endrile repeated. Merry forced his weak legs to run at the shadow. The big bulk of stench retreated out the nearest exit--- the window. Just in time, Merry grabbed its mangled foot. They seemed to fall forever. THUD. Merry hit the ground in a blur, but the other landed gracefully, despite its weight.
"Endrile" Merry moaned. A rough voice, almost in a whisper, seemed to flow into Merry's memory. "Hurry you thugs! Their parents will be awake at the light of dawn. This one, however, must be eliminated. They must never know that it was us or where we are headed. Mordor can be a deadly place, even for those who have been there, and even after the Ring is gone." A sharp pain flooded Merry, starting at his ribs and blood was the taste in his mouth. "UNCA!" this was the last thing that Merry heard as he faded in and out of conciseness and suddenly blacked out from the pain.
* * *
Frodo awoke to Lilly's scream. He found her kneeling in a pool of tears. "Lilly, dear, what ever is the matter?" he asked, rushing to her. Lilly clung to him, her knuckles turning white at the grips. "Their gone" she choked on her tears. "Their gone" Frodo knit his eyebrows. "Who is gone?" He lifted her to her feet, trying to dry the tears. Neither seemed to work. She buried her head in his shirt, bawling and muttering. "Lilly, tell me, please, WHO is gone?" he asked, gently. She tore away form him, stumbling for the nearest bed. She tripped and sprawled out in the sheets. Using what strength she had, she sat up and looked, blurry-eyed, at her husband. He took her hands and also sat down.
Another burst of words filled the room. "No, no, no! This cannot be true, this is not happening, they are here and this is a nightmare! NO, NO, NO!" Frodo grabbed her into a hug to muffle her shouts. When she subsided the screams he pushed her back and looked at her sternly. "Lilly, tell me now." More tears filled her eyes and she breathed in a shaky breath. What she said next shocked him more then anything in his entire life.
"Our babies, the triplets, their gone, taken! Oh, Frodo, why—" But she couldn't finish the sentence for she was bawling and shaking again. The room began to spin. "What?" he exhaled. Lilly bit her lip and shook her head, throwing herself into his arms again. "Never let me go" she sobbed. Frodo laid his head on hers, feeling the tears drop on his neck. "I promise" Sometimes words do not bind promises. Even though Frodo and Lilly sat on the bed, in the room that their children had slept in the very night before, clinging to each other as if this blight would happen again to them, they knew this. Yet at that moment they held onto the one thing they had left in the world--- each other.
* * *
A blonde haired Elf, tall and perfectly balanced on her feet ran through the night, war cries behind her. Drawing her bow and arrows, she aimed blindly over her shoulder. As she shot she listened for a death scream. There it was.
The Elf skidded onto a side path off the main one she had been running on and fell. She knew these woods better then her pursuers and in this she prided herself. Quickly realizing her mistake in balance she jumped up and darted farther into the night. A branch flew at her head but she ducked and rolled on instinct. Not looking back she jumped a log onto another path and continued to run. She was gasping for air now and her sides felt broken.
Running did a toll on her now, and she had for sometime. 'Elves cannot get tired, why am the only one who seems to ever gasp for air and stumble?' she thought in a flash. She eyes peeled from the path to glance behind her and in doing so she lost her concentration and she tripped, falling into a bush.
Laying as still as possible, she let the air re-enter her lungs and her heart come to it normal beat once again. Her ears picked up the sounds of the woods, for nothing was ever completely silent, and also other sounds. Sounds of her hunters vainly giving up the search and grumbling about it all the way back to camp. She rose from the thorny bush and after picking them out of her shoes she decided to walk down the path in to the Enclosure.
* * *
Robin and Rain screamed at the exact same moment, only minutes after Lilly had come the realization that her children were also not there and fell to the floor, sobbing.
In Alda's room, the open window blew the cool breeze from mid-morning and softly whipped around, looking for loose papers and unmade blankets on beds. It succeed and Robin had not feel to close it. "Alda?" she whispered before the tears came. The bed her child had slept in only the night before was empty and ruffled, yet there was no sign of a struggle.
In the next room, Rain was thrashing around, pulling the blankets off the beds and tearing at her hair. Her window, also open, sent sunbeams on the empty pillow, forcing this mother to look at the indention of her daughter head, only a sad reminder. Suddenly, Rain hurled herself to the window, screaming for her son over and over. Nothing but her echo answered her.
Back in Alda's room, Robin hugged the blanket tighter around her twitching body and wiped her eyes in yet another attempt to dry the evergoing flow. She leaned her head on the sile and sighed, her voice would shake if she had tried to also call for her daughter. So she did not. She knew wherever Alda was; she could not here her mother. Robin opened her eyes and glanced down at the figure on the ground. It was either the mist or her own tears, or maybe a combination of both, but Robin suddenly screamed again and rushed out of the room to the door, the blanket falling to floor. "Merry" she said to herself as she stumbled down the stairs.
* * *
Sikando's head throbbed. A drop of blood trickled down the side of his neck. His vision was so unclear that he could barley make out that his were open or still closed and he was still knocked out. His mind struggled to remember how he got where he was. The thing carrying him shifted Sikando on his back. No rag caught his mouth and only thin ropes held his hands, though no matter how hard he pushed the ropes outward to break, they did not. This puzzled him. After he got tired of trying to free himself, he turned his mind to another topic. 'Where were his sisters?' Glancing around, he could only see darkness.
Suddenly, without warning he was thrown to the ground and a small female figure stood over him, a long black snake-whip coiled in her right hand and a blade in the left. Sikando tried to swallow but his mouth was too dry. The whip cracked in the air and he closed his eyes but felt no pain. Seconds later he opened his eyes, glancing to the side. Faorie's eyes glistened but he did not let them fall or scream. "I aquioen an nantel enn mei, Sikando" he mouthed. (The ancient ones are with us, Sikando) The blood from Sikando's cut dripped to the ground, as Faorie's whip lash broke open and gushed. Their blood mixed and fell to the ground at the same moment. This binded the boys although they did not know it.
* * *
Icira and Legolas were dealing with the disaster in a totally different way. Although at first Icira had cried like the rest, her tears had no dried. In her past, her mother, Cellendrya, had taught her to only cry in a state of pain or grief but only that. Crying weakened your emotions and made females look helpless. Icira, Princess of Mirkwood would not sit in the shadows, waiting for something to happen. Her mind whirled with ideas as she tried to push the fact her children had been kidnapped to the back of her mind. Tears begged to break and roll but she held them back and burst through the door onto the path.
The Lowers bowed to her and gave their regards, for they had heard what had happened, everyone had known. They could feel the Balance weaving. Without the Lord and Lady evil could enter the Forest. The Spiders could reform. Spiders were what had wiped out 1/3 of the Mirkwood in the 2nd age. If they came back now, they would not have a fighting chance. The longer spirits rest, the more powerful they will be when awoken again. Anaila and Faorie were the strings to hold Mirkwood together and keep Evil away.
Icira rushed down a less taken path and fell to her knees beside the river there. Holding her tears back she could do no longer. "Mother, please, help me" she sobbed. "Help me through this time of despair. Despair is the hardest thing to endure and I do not wish to endure it now." The wind picked up, blowing green leaves around Icira's feet. "I am with you always, Icira, my daughter."
Hey everyone! I wanted to thank you so much for your reviews (kind or harsh) and hope that this new chapter still keeps you some supense. I also wanted to send a shout-out to a few friends of mine. They are: mellon123 (formally known as Anales_Actress_444), Queenizzay, and I-luv-Dom. Thank you all bunches for the ideas and support you have given me. If the readers like MY story and have gotten this far, lol, then you should read theirs. Reviews are always welcome. Thanks Bunches to everyone,
Ruby
A/N- Cellendrya is pronounced "cell-n-dree-ah" Just wanted everyone to
know.
Chapter 3: Without Saying Good bye
Merry couldn't sleep. Each day was a slow, dull, deathbed. With each dawn his cold got worse, his cough deeper. Robin doped him up with many herbal and liquid medications but that only put him to sleep, entitling him to miss many meals. No amount of fresh air or calming songs helped either. 'Another night' he thought aimlessly. 'How much medication is there left?' All though he wanted not to think of the facts he knew that it was necessary. The stars seemed dim and the summer air was muggier then most nights.
He longed to wonder around the castle and explore the Elven House. He lowered his weary limbs to the ground and began to walk down the hall. Halfway down the hall he stopped. On the door to his right, light from a flickering candle suddenly went out. Thinking it a bit odd, Merry pushed it open and glanced about. 'This is the room Belle and Endrile sleep in' His thought was interrupted by a soft growl. Whirling, Merry saw a dark shape looming over the bed. Endrile was in his arms. Merry froze as the shape's eyes met his. They were pools of fire, two huge burning embers.
"UNCA!" Endrile screamed, now awake. Merry couldn't function anything. "UNCA!" Endrile repeated. Merry forced his weak legs to run at the shadow. The big bulk of stench retreated out the nearest exit--- the window. Just in time, Merry grabbed its mangled foot. They seemed to fall forever. THUD. Merry hit the ground in a blur, but the other landed gracefully, despite its weight.
"Endrile" Merry moaned. A rough voice, almost in a whisper, seemed to flow into Merry's memory. "Hurry you thugs! Their parents will be awake at the light of dawn. This one, however, must be eliminated. They must never know that it was us or where we are headed. Mordor can be a deadly place, even for those who have been there, and even after the Ring is gone." A sharp pain flooded Merry, starting at his ribs and blood was the taste in his mouth. "UNCA!" this was the last thing that Merry heard as he faded in and out of conciseness and suddenly blacked out from the pain.
* * *
Frodo awoke to Lilly's scream. He found her kneeling in a pool of tears. "Lilly, dear, what ever is the matter?" he asked, rushing to her. Lilly clung to him, her knuckles turning white at the grips. "Their gone" she choked on her tears. "Their gone" Frodo knit his eyebrows. "Who is gone?" He lifted her to her feet, trying to dry the tears. Neither seemed to work. She buried her head in his shirt, bawling and muttering. "Lilly, tell me, please, WHO is gone?" he asked, gently. She tore away form him, stumbling for the nearest bed. She tripped and sprawled out in the sheets. Using what strength she had, she sat up and looked, blurry-eyed, at her husband. He took her hands and also sat down.
Another burst of words filled the room. "No, no, no! This cannot be true, this is not happening, they are here and this is a nightmare! NO, NO, NO!" Frodo grabbed her into a hug to muffle her shouts. When she subsided the screams he pushed her back and looked at her sternly. "Lilly, tell me now." More tears filled her eyes and she breathed in a shaky breath. What she said next shocked him more then anything in his entire life.
"Our babies, the triplets, their gone, taken! Oh, Frodo, why—" But she couldn't finish the sentence for she was bawling and shaking again. The room began to spin. "What?" he exhaled. Lilly bit her lip and shook her head, throwing herself into his arms again. "Never let me go" she sobbed. Frodo laid his head on hers, feeling the tears drop on his neck. "I promise" Sometimes words do not bind promises. Even though Frodo and Lilly sat on the bed, in the room that their children had slept in the very night before, clinging to each other as if this blight would happen again to them, they knew this. Yet at that moment they held onto the one thing they had left in the world--- each other.
* * *
A blonde haired Elf, tall and perfectly balanced on her feet ran through the night, war cries behind her. Drawing her bow and arrows, she aimed blindly over her shoulder. As she shot she listened for a death scream. There it was.
The Elf skidded onto a side path off the main one she had been running on and fell. She knew these woods better then her pursuers and in this she prided herself. Quickly realizing her mistake in balance she jumped up and darted farther into the night. A branch flew at her head but she ducked and rolled on instinct. Not looking back she jumped a log onto another path and continued to run. She was gasping for air now and her sides felt broken.
Running did a toll on her now, and she had for sometime. 'Elves cannot get tired, why am the only one who seems to ever gasp for air and stumble?' she thought in a flash. She eyes peeled from the path to glance behind her and in doing so she lost her concentration and she tripped, falling into a bush.
Laying as still as possible, she let the air re-enter her lungs and her heart come to it normal beat once again. Her ears picked up the sounds of the woods, for nothing was ever completely silent, and also other sounds. Sounds of her hunters vainly giving up the search and grumbling about it all the way back to camp. She rose from the thorny bush and after picking them out of her shoes she decided to walk down the path in to the Enclosure.
* * *
Robin and Rain screamed at the exact same moment, only minutes after Lilly had come the realization that her children were also not there and fell to the floor, sobbing.
In Alda's room, the open window blew the cool breeze from mid-morning and softly whipped around, looking for loose papers and unmade blankets on beds. It succeed and Robin had not feel to close it. "Alda?" she whispered before the tears came. The bed her child had slept in only the night before was empty and ruffled, yet there was no sign of a struggle.
In the next room, Rain was thrashing around, pulling the blankets off the beds and tearing at her hair. Her window, also open, sent sunbeams on the empty pillow, forcing this mother to look at the indention of her daughter head, only a sad reminder. Suddenly, Rain hurled herself to the window, screaming for her son over and over. Nothing but her echo answered her.
Back in Alda's room, Robin hugged the blanket tighter around her twitching body and wiped her eyes in yet another attempt to dry the evergoing flow. She leaned her head on the sile and sighed, her voice would shake if she had tried to also call for her daughter. So she did not. She knew wherever Alda was; she could not here her mother. Robin opened her eyes and glanced down at the figure on the ground. It was either the mist or her own tears, or maybe a combination of both, but Robin suddenly screamed again and rushed out of the room to the door, the blanket falling to floor. "Merry" she said to herself as she stumbled down the stairs.
* * *
Sikando's head throbbed. A drop of blood trickled down the side of his neck. His vision was so unclear that he could barley make out that his were open or still closed and he was still knocked out. His mind struggled to remember how he got where he was. The thing carrying him shifted Sikando on his back. No rag caught his mouth and only thin ropes held his hands, though no matter how hard he pushed the ropes outward to break, they did not. This puzzled him. After he got tired of trying to free himself, he turned his mind to another topic. 'Where were his sisters?' Glancing around, he could only see darkness.
Suddenly, without warning he was thrown to the ground and a small female figure stood over him, a long black snake-whip coiled in her right hand and a blade in the left. Sikando tried to swallow but his mouth was too dry. The whip cracked in the air and he closed his eyes but felt no pain. Seconds later he opened his eyes, glancing to the side. Faorie's eyes glistened but he did not let them fall or scream. "I aquioen an nantel enn mei, Sikando" he mouthed. (The ancient ones are with us, Sikando) The blood from Sikando's cut dripped to the ground, as Faorie's whip lash broke open and gushed. Their blood mixed and fell to the ground at the same moment. This binded the boys although they did not know it.
* * *
Icira and Legolas were dealing with the disaster in a totally different way. Although at first Icira had cried like the rest, her tears had no dried. In her past, her mother, Cellendrya, had taught her to only cry in a state of pain or grief but only that. Crying weakened your emotions and made females look helpless. Icira, Princess of Mirkwood would not sit in the shadows, waiting for something to happen. Her mind whirled with ideas as she tried to push the fact her children had been kidnapped to the back of her mind. Tears begged to break and roll but she held them back and burst through the door onto the path.
The Lowers bowed to her and gave their regards, for they had heard what had happened, everyone had known. They could feel the Balance weaving. Without the Lord and Lady evil could enter the Forest. The Spiders could reform. Spiders were what had wiped out 1/3 of the Mirkwood in the 2nd age. If they came back now, they would not have a fighting chance. The longer spirits rest, the more powerful they will be when awoken again. Anaila and Faorie were the strings to hold Mirkwood together and keep Evil away.
Icira rushed down a less taken path and fell to her knees beside the river there. Holding her tears back she could do no longer. "Mother, please, help me" she sobbed. "Help me through this time of despair. Despair is the hardest thing to endure and I do not wish to endure it now." The wind picked up, blowing green leaves around Icira's feet. "I am with you always, Icira, my daughter."
Hey everyone! I wanted to thank you so much for your reviews (kind or harsh) and hope that this new chapter still keeps you some supense. I also wanted to send a shout-out to a few friends of mine. They are: mellon123 (formally known as Anales_Actress_444), Queenizzay, and I-luv-Dom. Thank you all bunches for the ideas and support you have given me. If the readers like MY story and have gotten this far, lol, then you should read theirs. Reviews are always welcome. Thanks Bunches to everyone,
Ruby