Arín saw Legolas jump out of the bushes. What in the world does he think
he's doing? Arín asked herself. She raised her bow and fired. Then she
looked down at the base of the tree. There were three Orcs walking away,
towards Legolas. Now she understood why he jumped from the bushes. He did
it to save her. Arín readied her bow again and took aim at the Orcs
advancing on Legolas. Then she heard a bow twang. She looked in the
direction she heard the sound and saw an Orc sniper in the tree about 100
feet away.
I think I can make that, she thought as she aimed at the sniper. Arín's arrow hit the Orc in the side of the head and he fell over, dead. She looked over at Legolas again and to her horror he had been hit by the sniper's arrow.
No, she said to herself, no, this can't happen; it's all my fault. We never should have come out here in the first place. Maybe I should have taken Legolas' advice and stayed in the main city. This never would have happened. What to do, what to do. She looked at Legolas again. He was still fighting the Orcs. Another arrow came from behind and hit him in the back. Arín's eyes went wide as he sank to his knees. One of the Orcs raised his sword to strike, but Legolas parried the blow. Then she remembered the horns stationed in the trees around the gardens for emergencies.
Well this is an emergency, she told herself as she searched the tree she was in. No horn. This is just great. She sighed. Just then she saw a faint gleam in the tree behind hers.
Yes! She jumped out of the tree and bolted. She quickly climbed the tree, grabbed the horn and blew.
~*~
Back in the Hall of Fire, Elrond was pacing back and forth. Where in the world could Legolas and Arín be now? At that exact moment, he heard a horn blast. It sounded like it came from the gardens. Elrond stopped in his tracks.
It can't be. Just then Glorfindel burst into the room.
"Glorfindel, was that what I think it was?"
"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, then yes."
"Well, what are you thinking?"
"I think that was one of the horns in the garden."
Elrond nodded. "Get a group of Elves together as fast as you can." Glorfindel nodded and the two Elves left the room. On their way they ran into Aragorn and Arwen, who were on their way to the Hall of Fire. They stopped.
"Elrond, what was the horn blast we heard?" Aragorn asked.
"It was the horn system I set up when I designed Rivendell. It was supposed to be used for emergencies. I think Arín and Legolas are in trouble. I haven't seen them all night."
"I'll go with you," Aragorn said.
"And so will I," said Arwen.
"Arwen," Elrond said slowly, "I don't want you to go, but if you wish you may go. Aragorn will arm you with the appropriate gear and weaponry."
"Thank you, Father." Arwen and Aragorn left and Elrond was left alone.
What will I do if anything has happened to them? I could kill myself of anything happened to them. Especially Arín, I haven't paid much attention to her lately. I've been to caught up in the work I have to do... She really needs more attention than I give her. Elrond started to walk aimlessly, thinking, until Glorfindel came.
"My lord, we are ready," he said, handing Elrond his sword. Then he and the rest of the Elves left for the gardens.
~*~
Where is help, Arín thought, especially right now. Arín was still in the tree where the horn was. Then she jumped out and stood behind the tree she was in before. She pulled out an arrow and fired.
This is the best I can do for now, she told herself as she fired again. Then she heard voices coming closer.
Please, no more Orcs. But it wasn't. In about thirty seconds a group of elves burst into the clearing. Arín's father, brothers and sister were there.
What is Arwen doing here? She doesn't like sword fighting, archery or anything that has to do with violence and killing. Well, never mind hiding behind the tree. Arín stepped out of her hiding spot and joined the fighting.
~*~
Elrond saw Arín step from behind the tree. He was greatly relieved that she was unharmed, but also very nervous. When he first stepped into the clearing an Orc was about to finish off Legolas, who had been struck by three arrows: one in the back, one in the stomach and one in the right shoulder. They had distracted the Orcs, taking their attention from Legolas. When Arín stepped from behind the tree she went directly to Legolas and grabbed her sword. When the last Orc was slain, Arín ran back to him. Elrond did also.
"Legolas, I'm so sorry," Arín said, eyes brimming with tears.
"You don't have to be sorry for anything, Arín," he said weakly.
"Yes, I do. I have to be sorry for ever deciding to come here in the first place. It's all my fault."
"No, Arín, it is not anyone's fault."
Arín was silent for a few seconds. "Well, let's get these out." She gently pulled out the arrow in his back. He winced in pain, but did not complain. When she finished, she wrapped the wounds in cloth from her belt. Then two Elves gently lifted him and set him on a bed made of branches and leaves and he was carried to Elrond's quarters. Arín just stood there, looking helpless. Her gown was covered with red and black blood. Elrond went up to her.
"Arín, I'm so sorry." Arín just turned and looked at him. Her eyes seemed sad and distant. All of a sudden she started to cry. Elrond wrapped his arms around her and they stood there for at least ten minutes. Then Elrond suggested that they go up to the city and tend to the others that were wounded. Arín agreed.
When they arrived in the city Arín was surprised at the mess. She saw Arwen and Aragorn sitting on a bench. Arwen seemed to be trying to dress one of Aragorn wounds. When she got closer she heard Aragorn complaining, and smiled.
"I'll take it from here."
Arwen and Aragorn looked surprised. Arín tried to ignore them as she sat.
"Now, Arwen, this is how you dress a wound." She pulled an herb from a pouch on her belt, crushed it, and sprinkled it on the wound. Then she took one of her daggers, cut a strip of cloth from a roll and wrapped it around the freshly cleaned wound. "There, now for Arwen."
Aragorn got up and left. "Arwen, why did you come to fight the Orcs, you hate fighting?" Arwen didn't say anything. They were silent and when Arín finished, Arwen got up and left. Arín stood up and her father was standing there.
"And now it is my turn to take care of your wounds." They sat on the bench.
"Father, why did Arwen come and fight?"
"I don't know the real reason, but I think she doesn't like the fact that you and your brothers are warriors and she stays in when you leave."
Arín was quiet and did not answer. After her father finished, Arín stood.
"I am going to see Legolas," she said. Elrond led her to the room Legolas was in. Arín opened the door and went in. Elrond waited outside.
Arín quietly closed the door and went and sat on the chair next to the bed. Legolas was sleeping. Arín just sat there, looking at Legolas' peaceful face. She began to cry quietly, but did not wake Legolas. She ended up crying herself to sleep. Hours later, she was jarred awake by Aragorn.
"What," she yawned.
"Your father sent me to get you. It is almost two in the morning," he whispered.
"But I don't want to leave him," she whispered back.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, I'll send someone to spend the rest of the night with him. You have my word." Aragorn lifted Arín and carried her to her room. He loved Arín like a sister for they had grown up together, or at least he grew up with Arín as a motherly figure most of the time. Arín was almost 2,600 years older then Aragorn, but looked twenty years younger. That was the way with Elves. They are immortal and his kind was mortal. Arín had fallen asleep again. When they arrived at Arín's room Aragorn opened the door and laid Arín gently on the bed. She stirred, but did not wake. He kissed her brow and went to find Elrond. He had been observing Arín lately and had realized she was bored. Yesterday he decided to ask Elrond if Arín could go with him when he left again, thought he hoped not for a while. He found Elrond in the dining hall with a group of Elves. They were having what looked like a council, and Aragorn figured they were talking about the events that had occurred earlier that night. Aragorn stood silently in the shadows for two reasons. One: he didn't want to interrupt the meeting and two: he wanted to talk to Elrond alone. After about 20 minutes, the Elves got up and left. Elrond, however, did not. Aragorn went and sat next to him.
"Hello, Aragorn," he said without looking up. "How is Arín, is she asleep yet?"
"Yes, Lord Elrond."
He nodded. "And what would you like to ask of me?"
Aragorn hesitated for a few seconds. "I have been watching Arín lately and she seems bored," he hesitated again. "And I would like to know if." he hesitated yet again.
"If what?" asked Elrond.
"If Arín could come with me when I leave again?"
Elrond hesitated for a good ten minutes before he answered. "Yes," he said slowly, "as long as you keep a close eye on her."
"I promise, My Lord."
~*~
A/N: Yeah, not the greatest, but still good! Hope you all are enjoying. To answer some questions, it take place before the LOTR trilogy, but after the Hobbit.
~~~*Anna Sparrow*~~~
I think I can make that, she thought as she aimed at the sniper. Arín's arrow hit the Orc in the side of the head and he fell over, dead. She looked over at Legolas again and to her horror he had been hit by the sniper's arrow.
No, she said to herself, no, this can't happen; it's all my fault. We never should have come out here in the first place. Maybe I should have taken Legolas' advice and stayed in the main city. This never would have happened. What to do, what to do. She looked at Legolas again. He was still fighting the Orcs. Another arrow came from behind and hit him in the back. Arín's eyes went wide as he sank to his knees. One of the Orcs raised his sword to strike, but Legolas parried the blow. Then she remembered the horns stationed in the trees around the gardens for emergencies.
Well this is an emergency, she told herself as she searched the tree she was in. No horn. This is just great. She sighed. Just then she saw a faint gleam in the tree behind hers.
Yes! She jumped out of the tree and bolted. She quickly climbed the tree, grabbed the horn and blew.
~*~
Back in the Hall of Fire, Elrond was pacing back and forth. Where in the world could Legolas and Arín be now? At that exact moment, he heard a horn blast. It sounded like it came from the gardens. Elrond stopped in his tracks.
It can't be. Just then Glorfindel burst into the room.
"Glorfindel, was that what I think it was?"
"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, then yes."
"Well, what are you thinking?"
"I think that was one of the horns in the garden."
Elrond nodded. "Get a group of Elves together as fast as you can." Glorfindel nodded and the two Elves left the room. On their way they ran into Aragorn and Arwen, who were on their way to the Hall of Fire. They stopped.
"Elrond, what was the horn blast we heard?" Aragorn asked.
"It was the horn system I set up when I designed Rivendell. It was supposed to be used for emergencies. I think Arín and Legolas are in trouble. I haven't seen them all night."
"I'll go with you," Aragorn said.
"And so will I," said Arwen.
"Arwen," Elrond said slowly, "I don't want you to go, but if you wish you may go. Aragorn will arm you with the appropriate gear and weaponry."
"Thank you, Father." Arwen and Aragorn left and Elrond was left alone.
What will I do if anything has happened to them? I could kill myself of anything happened to them. Especially Arín, I haven't paid much attention to her lately. I've been to caught up in the work I have to do... She really needs more attention than I give her. Elrond started to walk aimlessly, thinking, until Glorfindel came.
"My lord, we are ready," he said, handing Elrond his sword. Then he and the rest of the Elves left for the gardens.
~*~
Where is help, Arín thought, especially right now. Arín was still in the tree where the horn was. Then she jumped out and stood behind the tree she was in before. She pulled out an arrow and fired.
This is the best I can do for now, she told herself as she fired again. Then she heard voices coming closer.
Please, no more Orcs. But it wasn't. In about thirty seconds a group of elves burst into the clearing. Arín's father, brothers and sister were there.
What is Arwen doing here? She doesn't like sword fighting, archery or anything that has to do with violence and killing. Well, never mind hiding behind the tree. Arín stepped out of her hiding spot and joined the fighting.
~*~
Elrond saw Arín step from behind the tree. He was greatly relieved that she was unharmed, but also very nervous. When he first stepped into the clearing an Orc was about to finish off Legolas, who had been struck by three arrows: one in the back, one in the stomach and one in the right shoulder. They had distracted the Orcs, taking their attention from Legolas. When Arín stepped from behind the tree she went directly to Legolas and grabbed her sword. When the last Orc was slain, Arín ran back to him. Elrond did also.
"Legolas, I'm so sorry," Arín said, eyes brimming with tears.
"You don't have to be sorry for anything, Arín," he said weakly.
"Yes, I do. I have to be sorry for ever deciding to come here in the first place. It's all my fault."
"No, Arín, it is not anyone's fault."
Arín was silent for a few seconds. "Well, let's get these out." She gently pulled out the arrow in his back. He winced in pain, but did not complain. When she finished, she wrapped the wounds in cloth from her belt. Then two Elves gently lifted him and set him on a bed made of branches and leaves and he was carried to Elrond's quarters. Arín just stood there, looking helpless. Her gown was covered with red and black blood. Elrond went up to her.
"Arín, I'm so sorry." Arín just turned and looked at him. Her eyes seemed sad and distant. All of a sudden she started to cry. Elrond wrapped his arms around her and they stood there for at least ten minutes. Then Elrond suggested that they go up to the city and tend to the others that were wounded. Arín agreed.
When they arrived in the city Arín was surprised at the mess. She saw Arwen and Aragorn sitting on a bench. Arwen seemed to be trying to dress one of Aragorn wounds. When she got closer she heard Aragorn complaining, and smiled.
"I'll take it from here."
Arwen and Aragorn looked surprised. Arín tried to ignore them as she sat.
"Now, Arwen, this is how you dress a wound." She pulled an herb from a pouch on her belt, crushed it, and sprinkled it on the wound. Then she took one of her daggers, cut a strip of cloth from a roll and wrapped it around the freshly cleaned wound. "There, now for Arwen."
Aragorn got up and left. "Arwen, why did you come to fight the Orcs, you hate fighting?" Arwen didn't say anything. They were silent and when Arín finished, Arwen got up and left. Arín stood up and her father was standing there.
"And now it is my turn to take care of your wounds." They sat on the bench.
"Father, why did Arwen come and fight?"
"I don't know the real reason, but I think she doesn't like the fact that you and your brothers are warriors and she stays in when you leave."
Arín was quiet and did not answer. After her father finished, Arín stood.
"I am going to see Legolas," she said. Elrond led her to the room Legolas was in. Arín opened the door and went in. Elrond waited outside.
Arín quietly closed the door and went and sat on the chair next to the bed. Legolas was sleeping. Arín just sat there, looking at Legolas' peaceful face. She began to cry quietly, but did not wake Legolas. She ended up crying herself to sleep. Hours later, she was jarred awake by Aragorn.
"What," she yawned.
"Your father sent me to get you. It is almost two in the morning," he whispered.
"But I don't want to leave him," she whispered back.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, I'll send someone to spend the rest of the night with him. You have my word." Aragorn lifted Arín and carried her to her room. He loved Arín like a sister for they had grown up together, or at least he grew up with Arín as a motherly figure most of the time. Arín was almost 2,600 years older then Aragorn, but looked twenty years younger. That was the way with Elves. They are immortal and his kind was mortal. Arín had fallen asleep again. When they arrived at Arín's room Aragorn opened the door and laid Arín gently on the bed. She stirred, but did not wake. He kissed her brow and went to find Elrond. He had been observing Arín lately and had realized she was bored. Yesterday he decided to ask Elrond if Arín could go with him when he left again, thought he hoped not for a while. He found Elrond in the dining hall with a group of Elves. They were having what looked like a council, and Aragorn figured they were talking about the events that had occurred earlier that night. Aragorn stood silently in the shadows for two reasons. One: he didn't want to interrupt the meeting and two: he wanted to talk to Elrond alone. After about 20 minutes, the Elves got up and left. Elrond, however, did not. Aragorn went and sat next to him.
"Hello, Aragorn," he said without looking up. "How is Arín, is she asleep yet?"
"Yes, Lord Elrond."
He nodded. "And what would you like to ask of me?"
Aragorn hesitated for a few seconds. "I have been watching Arín lately and she seems bored," he hesitated again. "And I would like to know if." he hesitated yet again.
"If what?" asked Elrond.
"If Arín could come with me when I leave again?"
Elrond hesitated for a good ten minutes before he answered. "Yes," he said slowly, "as long as you keep a close eye on her."
"I promise, My Lord."
~*~
A/N: Yeah, not the greatest, but still good! Hope you all are enjoying. To answer some questions, it take place before the LOTR trilogy, but after the Hobbit.
~~~*Anna Sparrow*~~~