A/n: all /.../ are Thranduils thoughts.
wonderful humming sound
"Where am I?" the she-elf groaned.
She tried to sit up but her body ached too much and she immediately lay back down. She moaned in pain as she tried to change positions on the bed.
(I feel like I'm going to throw up!)
"Shhh, its okay," a soft voice murmured, "Don't try to move, it will only hurt more."
She opened her eyes and looked around. An older she-elf that she guessed was a healer was sitting in a chair next to her bed and a tall elf dressed in armor was standing by the door. She was a bit nervous of the elf by the door.
"What is your name?" Valandil asked.
"You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine," she demanded warily.
"There is no need to worry, we are your mellons. My name is Valandil and I'm Thranduil's káno guard and this is Blainieal, the healer that patched you up," he explained. (mellon- friend, káno- commander.)
"Well...okay, I'm Alandriel," she told them.
"What brings you here to Mirkwood?" Valandil asked.
"I came to see Alasse," Alandriel replied, "You see, we've been beleg mellons since we were híni he asked me to come see her new baby. Sorry I took so long, I live really far away." (beleg- mighty)
"It took you fifteen days to get here?!" Valandil and Blainieal exclaimed together.
"Twenty days, actually," she replied casually, as if it were nothing.
"Well, King Thranduil will be in here to greet you shortly. I have to go now," Valandil announced sounding suddenly hurried as he left the room.
"Did I do something wrong?" Alandriel asked, confused.
"No, my darling," the healer soothed, "Go to sleep, you need your rest."
"King Thranduil, the girl is cuivië," Valandil informed him. (cuivië- awakening)
"Good, is she well enough for me to visit?" King Thranduil asked.
"Yes," Valandil replied.
"Alright then, thank you," Thranduil smiled.
Valandil nodded and left. Thranduil smoothed out his yellow tunic and started towards the healing chambers.
/I wonder what she's here for. /
When Thranduil reached the chamber he knocked on the door and then opened it. Inside he saw a healer who he recognized as Blainieal and a woman that looked about the age of his wife, Alasse. He suddenly saddened at the thought of his wife.
/Stop thinking of her, you need to move on. /
He stepped in and closed the door. The woman had bandages on her shoulder, her left leg, and around her abdomen. She was in a deep sleep with Blainieal humming a lovely, soft melody to her.
"How is she?" Thranduil asked softly as Blainieal looked up surprised, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
"I just didn't hear you come in. She's doing a lot better," she answered.
"Can we wake her?" he asked. Blainieal nodded.
Thranduil gently touched her left shoulder. Alandriel jolted upward as soon as Thranduil's finger tips touched her. She was ready for whatever danger awaited her.
(OW! I shouldn't have moved so quickly!)
"I'm sorry I scared you, I just wanted to talk to you," Thranduil apologized.
"It's fine, it was just a reflex." she answered, lying back down, "You must be Thranduil, it is a pleasure. I'm Alandriel; Alasse has told me so much about you!"
Thranduil stared wide eyed at her and a flash of surprise shown in his eyes, his face showed it, too.
/How does she know my wife?! /
As if reading his mind Alandriel told him, "We've been great mellons since we were little híni and she asked me to come up to see her new baby...Legolas, isn't it?"
"Well I'm glad you could come. You must live very far away," Thranduil remarked, dazed.
"Yeah, it took twenty days to get here," she informed him, "Where is Alasse, by the way?"
"I have some bad news," Thranduil sighed, "Alasse was murdered fifteen days ago."
"Where am I?" the she-elf groaned.
She tried to sit up but her body ached too much and she immediately lay back down. She moaned in pain as she tried to change positions on the bed.
(I feel like I'm going to throw up!)
"Shhh, its okay," a soft voice murmured, "Don't try to move, it will only hurt more."
She opened her eyes and looked around. An older she-elf that she guessed was a healer was sitting in a chair next to her bed and a tall elf dressed in armor was standing by the door. She was a bit nervous of the elf by the door.
"What is your name?" Valandil asked.
"You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine," she demanded warily.
"There is no need to worry, we are your mellons. My name is Valandil and I'm Thranduil's káno guard and this is Blainieal, the healer that patched you up," he explained. (mellon- friend, káno- commander.)
"Well...okay, I'm Alandriel," she told them.
"What brings you here to Mirkwood?" Valandil asked.
"I came to see Alasse," Alandriel replied, "You see, we've been beleg mellons since we were híni he asked me to come see her new baby. Sorry I took so long, I live really far away." (beleg- mighty)
"It took you fifteen days to get here?!" Valandil and Blainieal exclaimed together.
"Twenty days, actually," she replied casually, as if it were nothing.
"Well, King Thranduil will be in here to greet you shortly. I have to go now," Valandil announced sounding suddenly hurried as he left the room.
"Did I do something wrong?" Alandriel asked, confused.
"No, my darling," the healer soothed, "Go to sleep, you need your rest."
"King Thranduil, the girl is cuivië," Valandil informed him. (cuivië- awakening)
"Good, is she well enough for me to visit?" King Thranduil asked.
"Yes," Valandil replied.
"Alright then, thank you," Thranduil smiled.
Valandil nodded and left. Thranduil smoothed out his yellow tunic and started towards the healing chambers.
/I wonder what she's here for. /
When Thranduil reached the chamber he knocked on the door and then opened it. Inside he saw a healer who he recognized as Blainieal and a woman that looked about the age of his wife, Alasse. He suddenly saddened at the thought of his wife.
/Stop thinking of her, you need to move on. /
He stepped in and closed the door. The woman had bandages on her shoulder, her left leg, and around her abdomen. She was in a deep sleep with Blainieal humming a lovely, soft melody to her.
"How is she?" Thranduil asked softly as Blainieal looked up surprised, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
"I just didn't hear you come in. She's doing a lot better," she answered.
"Can we wake her?" he asked. Blainieal nodded.
Thranduil gently touched her left shoulder. Alandriel jolted upward as soon as Thranduil's finger tips touched her. She was ready for whatever danger awaited her.
(OW! I shouldn't have moved so quickly!)
"I'm sorry I scared you, I just wanted to talk to you," Thranduil apologized.
"It's fine, it was just a reflex." she answered, lying back down, "You must be Thranduil, it is a pleasure. I'm Alandriel; Alasse has told me so much about you!"
Thranduil stared wide eyed at her and a flash of surprise shown in his eyes, his face showed it, too.
/How does she know my wife?! /
As if reading his mind Alandriel told him, "We've been great mellons since we were little híni and she asked me to come up to see her new baby...Legolas, isn't it?"
"Well I'm glad you could come. You must live very far away," Thranduil remarked, dazed.
"Yeah, it took twenty days to get here," she informed him, "Where is Alasse, by the way?"
"I have some bad news," Thranduil sighed, "Alasse was murdered fifteen days ago."