Chapter 4
Erwenia ran to me, throwing her body on mine, taking the death slash meant for me. She coughed scarlet and lay still. Golondrien, Aragorn, and Gimli were still up, fighting weakly, dripping blood.
My eyes went dark, rolled back in my head. Skewed images tipped sideways in my mind. Legolas' blood soaking the heather scarlet, Erwenia not breathing beside me, Golondrien stabbed in the chest, Gimli thrown, broken and bleeding, Aragorn standing tall, watching the Nazgul get off his winged steed.
I felt a rush of warmth and bravery for the King. Galadriel and Celeborn took my hands and raised me up with a breath of warm wind. I rose, glowing with white light. Aragorn took my hand. We raised our arms to the heavens, lightning exploded, thunder boomed, shining brighter than Mithrandir himself.
I raised Arindiel to the sword of Aragorn. Light flowed along his blade, forcing me to my knees. He clove head from body, holding sword to the Nazgul, who gave a final deafening shriek, then glided away.
The light faded, and so did I. I swooned and knew no more. All was black. I strayed from the world and awoke with great pain. I moved to Golondrien, placing hands upon his chest and healed the bloody puncture, poultice for the poison. He still choked for air but looked somewhat better.
Next I moved to Legolas who had a large circular wound in his side, almost piercing him straight through, blood gushing in a river upon the field of red. I again laid my hands upon him and healed the wound, but he had lost too much blood.
Quickly I said the healing spell, and trickled water down his throat. He swallowed, and his mouth opened. Then two blue flames lit up the dark. He pulled me to him and took my lips captive. As always, he kissed me at the wrong time.
Gimli was unconscious but breathing. Erwennia was wounded but not poisoned. I healed her, she woke with surprise on her fair face and together, Moon and Star, we healed the rest.
"My ladies, how can I repay?" Aragorn said. "We want nothing but that the Company lives once more, Elfstone." He bowed to us and bade us go wash in the river.
Erwennia sat on the riverbank, as did I. We took off our circlets and laid them in a bush, unsheathed our blades, cleaned and dried them. Then on a rash decision, we jumped into the river, in nothing but our skins.
Soon we heard a rustle above us.
Erwenia ran to me, throwing her body on mine, taking the death slash meant for me. She coughed scarlet and lay still. Golondrien, Aragorn, and Gimli were still up, fighting weakly, dripping blood.
My eyes went dark, rolled back in my head. Skewed images tipped sideways in my mind. Legolas' blood soaking the heather scarlet, Erwenia not breathing beside me, Golondrien stabbed in the chest, Gimli thrown, broken and bleeding, Aragorn standing tall, watching the Nazgul get off his winged steed.
I felt a rush of warmth and bravery for the King. Galadriel and Celeborn took my hands and raised me up with a breath of warm wind. I rose, glowing with white light. Aragorn took my hand. We raised our arms to the heavens, lightning exploded, thunder boomed, shining brighter than Mithrandir himself.
I raised Arindiel to the sword of Aragorn. Light flowed along his blade, forcing me to my knees. He clove head from body, holding sword to the Nazgul, who gave a final deafening shriek, then glided away.
The light faded, and so did I. I swooned and knew no more. All was black. I strayed from the world and awoke with great pain. I moved to Golondrien, placing hands upon his chest and healed the bloody puncture, poultice for the poison. He still choked for air but looked somewhat better.
Next I moved to Legolas who had a large circular wound in his side, almost piercing him straight through, blood gushing in a river upon the field of red. I again laid my hands upon him and healed the wound, but he had lost too much blood.
Quickly I said the healing spell, and trickled water down his throat. He swallowed, and his mouth opened. Then two blue flames lit up the dark. He pulled me to him and took my lips captive. As always, he kissed me at the wrong time.
Gimli was unconscious but breathing. Erwennia was wounded but not poisoned. I healed her, she woke with surprise on her fair face and together, Moon and Star, we healed the rest.
"My ladies, how can I repay?" Aragorn said. "We want nothing but that the Company lives once more, Elfstone." He bowed to us and bade us go wash in the river.
Erwennia sat on the riverbank, as did I. We took off our circlets and laid them in a bush, unsheathed our blades, cleaned and dried them. Then on a rash decision, we jumped into the river, in nothing but our skins.
Soon we heard a rustle above us.