The Final Battle Chapter 5: Finding Out Further, a lord of the rings fanfic

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Oh, and I FINALLY figured how to get bold and italics, BIG thanks to Isildwen, who helped me. Hehe, I am so dumb with these crap. Well, back to the stori then!

Soft slushing of her feet was heard as she slowly made her way to the balcony of the wounded infirmary. She sighed with fatigue as she slowly turned her head towards the moon, that was exceptionally dim tonight. She searched the night for the beloved star Eärendil, and saw its bright light shining above. She slowly closed her eyes to listen to its song. The songs of the stars, the whispering of the trees, the greetings of the crickets.

"My Lady?" Marone greeted her quietly, unwilling to disturb the Princess as she went into once of her nightly rituals of closing her eyes.

"Yes Mar?" she answered, eyes still closed, with a warm smile touching her lips.

Content that her Mistress was not angry for being disturbed she continued, "We have had scouts come back with some reports and the guards who buried the dead. They wish to speak to you milady, they want to share some details with you."

Breathing quietly, she slowly opened her dark alluring eyes and turned to face the healer, "I would love to, thank you Mar for telling, I almost forgot about them." she replied with a small smile and nodded to the healer before making her way out of the infirmary, covering a yawn.

Marone sighed inwardly, she could feel the weariness in her mistress, but the reports of the guards can not be delayed further. She looked around the room filled with bandaged elves and slowly made her way out to visit the lone figure that was lying on a bed in a small room.

She slowly entered the room and motioned for the soldiers to remain seated. "No need to greet me now." she smiled, "You must all be weary, remain seated please." she said and smiled at the faces of the tired soldiers who eased back into their chairs. Though Elves are not so easily tired, they have had enough for a way, battling Orc, burying and burning, saving the lives of immortal elves.

"Captain," Ithildriël called, "Please report."

A tall dark haired elf stood and bowed, before sitting back down with a wave of hand from Ithildriël. "We reported 23 dead, whom were buried in a mass grave. Don't worry milady, they weren't strewn in, but buried in an orderly manner, though not orderly enough." said the Captain, trembling with fear. "We were hoping that in that way, we could at least make a headstone to honour them for their brave death."

"That is something I hoped that my guards will understand, seems that you all understand my ways. Continue." smiled Ithildriël at the Captain.

"Yes Milady, we have burned the carcass of 58 Orcs, they are not ordinary, they are more twisted and tortured. Some looked like Elves, others like Men. They are something we have never burnt before. And when we burnt them, the ashes, were not theirs, but the ashes of their weapons. But they were dead. We have scouts reporting they came from the east, probably followed the elves, as the track that appeared to have been the Elven Companions were overrun by the trampling of the Orcs."

"Any information, possibly information about the Elven Companions?" asked Ithildriël, wondering if they could work out where they were from.

"We have sent scouts further out, their reports haven't come back yet as they have yet to return. But we will report back to you Milady as soon as we hear." replied the Captain.

"You have done remarkably well, thank you Captain. And all of you guards and soldiers who helped today. Please, with my regards go and rest. It has been one of a day. I, personally will report to Ada, no need for you people. Now shoo and have some rest." she teased with a smile, which lightened the moods of all Elves in the room as they forward out of the room bowing to their Princess.

When the room was silent, she slowly made way to the Study of her Ada, reporting back to him everything that the guards and soldiers have done. King Elros' brows knitted together in a frown as he heard of the strange makings of the Orcs.

"What do you think about those Orcs Ada?" asked Ithildriël quietly.

"It is something that hasn't been heard of for many many years, nearly eons for that fact." the King replied quietly. "Evil seems to have rose yet again in the land of Middle Earth. They are again in danger, can you sense it?"

"I can Ada, I sensed it pretty long ago. Peace in Middle Earth wasn't long before unsettling feelings arose yet again. Our borders are well protected, with Armin Gûl (Sorceror Armin), his powers have formed such a protective globe around us, we probably haven't experienced evil for long millenias." replied Ithildriël. "Am I right Ada?"

"You are, Armin has been here for so long, long before my fathers' father. He is special, just like you Ithildriël, his destiny was for the Distant Lands, yours, will lie somewhere else." started the King and Ithildriël silenced him with a glare.

"Ada, my time will come. It isn't now. I still want to enjoy the years I have without that burden across my shoulder. Let me still be your little Aranel (Princess)." said Ithildriël, "As, you always say, I make you feel young, while the two impossible make you feel old, and young." laughed Ithildriël heartily as her thoughts roamed to her two impossible brothers.

Laughing heartily, the Wise King shushed his only daughter, "You can't let them two hear you. They will make life horrible for you." laughed the King.

"Mm..." began Ithildriël quietly, "I am better than them in almost everything." her almond shaped eyes dancing with mirth. "Riding, hunting, healing..." began Ithildriël and was cut short by two grunts at the doorway.

"Sister dear. Putting us down again?" grinned her brother Thoron, who was the more talkative and merrier of the two brothers. "Why, sister why?" teased Thoron.

"Thoron." sighed Megillan, who was had a sharp tongue and a bluntess no one could wield, like a Megil, sword, in Elvish. And, unfortunately, had no funny bone inside him. And can hardly smile, let alone laugh. His seriousness of the brothers was extreme.

"There is no need to annoy out sister. She is always like that, you should have gotten use to her ways." sighed Megillan.

"Oh c'mon Meg, you need to loosen that spirit of yours. Breathe brother breathe, sometimes I wonder what will happen if we swapped souls for a day. Or bodies, I want to feel how it is like to be so stubborn and blunt." teased Thoron. "Can't believe we are surviving twins if triplets!"

He immediately regreeted saying that, seeing the hint of sadness in the eyes of the King. It was one of those days when the Queen was pregnant with three identical little Elflings. But, upon birth, only two were delivered, and the youngest wasn't able to be delivered, causing the Kingdom the loss of a Prince and the passing of a great Queen. The two remaining elflings were brought up by another Maiden Elf, who looked after them for as long as they could remember, and had called her Naneth, after she was announced the new Queen.

"Sorry Ada." whispered Thoron.

"Don't worry, we will meet them in the Undying Lands, some day. But, I must agree with you for a little, it would be hilarious if you two switched souls or bodies, but I would be wondering how you could loosen the spirit of your brother. Let him be. I can't have another impossible like you. You two are impossible enough, bickering day and night over little things. Thank goodness Megillan can stand your wits, but lets say your pranks together managed to show that devil side of Megillan." smiled the King at his sons.

"Now now..." began the King afterwards, "Night has fallen, lets retire into our rooms prehaps? It is time for rest my Children, we have a huge day in front of us tomorrow."

"Ada, you always say tomorrow is a huge day." Thoron's eyes rolled and Ithildriël chuckled.

"Yes, but tomorrow is different, we need to question those elves Ithildriël saved. And their identities, which has been a wonder. We need to know why they ventured so far." the King said thoughtfully.

"Where do you think they ventured from?" asked Megillan.

"Mirkwood. The clasp," began Ithildriël and reached into the tuck of her dress and drew out a tiny clasp and held it out to show her father and her brothers. "It says, well, inscribed, that it belonged to Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood?" the three elder elves chorused in union. Some in surprise, other, in utter wonder.

"Greenwood the Great. It is inscribed on it." Ithildriël quickly said, in case her brothers didn't fully get it, but her father's expression was noticed by her.

"Mirkwood...Greenwood the Great...why has the son of King Thranduil send his son to such a far away land?" the elder elf whispered to himself. Three heads turned sharply in his direction.

"I wonder why too." the three chorused, and laughed out loud at their identical thoughts.

"Greenwood the Great was such a wonderful place, it is pity that it is now Mirkwood with all the evilness luring around their forest and border." sighed Ithildriël.

"Sister dear, how did you know all that?" asked Thoron in wonder, and Megillan roll his eyes. King Elros silenced Megillan with a piercing gaze and shot an annoying look at his younger son for his lack of knowledge.

"'Taurë Baran" - The Golden Brown Forest, had a section describing one of the most famous Taur in Middle Earth, it was known was Greenwood the Great, its woods so piercingly green, it looked like a sea of green, a never ending stretch of green. The book actually wrote about was the woods of Lothlórien, where a Great Lady lived. And some parts about the woods of Ithilien. Where a powerful Elven Lord lives. But it had specks of information about Greenwood the Great. Though it only had a pages about those woods, it seems as if it is a beautiful place." Ithildriël replied, her eyes shone as she talked about the forest and the woods. As her heart lies amidst the nature.

"Thank goodness you remember, pity Thoron doesn't, I wonder what really went into that brain of his, while we were in lessons. Probably many miles away..." sighed Megillan, a hint of humour in his words, but, nevertheless, no smile appeared on those lips.

"I did pay attention, but my heart doesn't live in the books. Mine lies is actual adventure..." Thoron exclaimed as he thought of the hunting trips he had been on, which has been the highlights of the days.

"I like adventure, and I like books, Brother, you need the books, or else, if you are in lets say, Lothlórien, you might be rolling on the ground asking for mercy against those protectors of the border." smirked Ithildriël.

"Yeah, with their pointy arrows just a tiny distance away from your body." finished Megillan.

"Ok ok, stop taunting me for my lack of knowledge." complained Thoron, "Can we go to sleep? We have so many elves to question and their Prince something tomorrow, I need my strength." yawned Thoron. "Elei velui (Sweet Dreams)." and walked to his room.

"Oltho vae ne fuin hen (May you dream well tonight - Formal way to say Sweet Dreams)." they all replied and bid the King goodnight and retired to their rooms.

When the first light filled the room with pre-dawn light, Ithildriël dressed and made her way down to the Infirmary, which has already began to stir with the soldiers waking from their drugged nature. It has already been hectic trying to tell so many soldiers that they are safe and not being attacked.

It probably was a bit frightening waking up to a pitch black room, bodies aching and some immobile due to the bandages they were covered in, and in the half consciousness of asking whether their 'Master' was dead or alive. Trying to conceal his real identity from the healers.

Ithildriël entered the small room, which was more of a guest room than a bed in a room. After discovering the real identity of this elf, they have resorted into placing him there, where the wounded family members or important lords usually occupied. She gently lighted the fireplace to create a warm feeling for the cold room. And went to draw in the curtains, so the feverish Prince who occupied the bed would heal a little quicker.

After this little load, Ithildriël walked out to find the Infirmary quiet again, Marone explained that after being told that their Master is safe, they were given some more herbal remedies with some sleeping draught so their wounded body will heal faster.

"What about that Prince?" asked Ithildriël her head slightly gesturing to the still figure on the bed, "Nearly all the soldiers are awake, only him is still out."

"He is just with fever, you know how royals are treated, easily sick when wounded. But, that elf is strong. Seems like Prince here isn't some prissy elf that is spoilt, if is wasn't for his strength, he would have died." Marone explained, her heart wondering how the elf prince could withstand 4 poisoned arrows and still live to tell the tale, if he awakes.

Laughing softly, Ithildriël led the healer outside to the light filled halls to have breakfast, where they were greeted by the rest of the weary family who was still trying to rub sleep from their eyes.

Halfway from breakfast, a messenger arrived breathless into the halls and announced that the presence of Princess Ithildriël is needed in the Captains room immediately, and without further word, Ithildriël bowed her way out of the dining hall and rushed towards the open door of the Captains residence, in the far end of the Palace, where access in and out of the Palace is easier and less hectic.

"Princess Ithildriël." bowed the room and she waved them off.

"Please, sit, what news do you have Captain Brethil?" asked Ithildriël as she sat on the over-stuffed armchair.

Captain Brethil glanced at the dirty and muddy scouts who have returned, and nodded as they stood. "Lady Ithildriël, we have reported to have seen their tracks from the far east, they came and split on the Great Road North, seems like half the party went turned East, and the other west. On top of their tracks had Orc tracks. I am afraid that both groups had Orcs following them." the scout reported.

"They had about 200 guards with them, and probably had two guards before they split into a group of 100 and 1 guard. Each had about 50-60 orcs trailing behind them. We are not sure of the final number." the other scout finished.

Ithildriël sat on her chair, her beautiful face deep in thought. Suddenly, she sat up straighter and a far away look appeared on her face. Everyone in the room watched in fear as they observed their Princess, and was unprepared for what she said.

"Captain Brethil, our western borders are in chaos. Please take 100 guards with you armed to help the battle. Orcs have hit. The elves are in danger, they are outnumbered in this battle. Quickly go and aid them. The South parts of the West, about 30 miles from our border. Go quickly and help." Ithildriël cried. "Make haste. The Orcs will hit soon. Belain na le (May the Valar be with you). " and with that, everyone in the room bowed and scooted outside with horns blowing.

Ithildriël turned to the two scouts who were muddy and weary, "Thank you for your hard work. You have been great scouts. Now, before you dirty the floor even more, take a bath and go to sleep." smiled Ithildriël and shooed them out of the room as she sat, alone in the suddenly quiet room, deep in thought.

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Somewhere, the Heir of the Elven Goddess of Peace paced her sun-filled room nervously. She could feel her protection border being hammered by Orcs, she could hear the prayers and calls to her for help. Her eyes pricked with tears as she paced uselessly in her room, wondering why she couldn't go and help those people, who are being slaughtered by the Evil of Saruman for no reason but to eliminate all good for evil.

Nothing could escape the keen hearing and sight of the Half Goddess. No lies could be kept from her, as she always knew, not matter how clever the story has been woven to be. She could see, see details and times like dreams when she closes her eyes. So vivid and so clear in detail.

Her eyes closed as her mind travelled to the borders of the Distant Lands, and saw the elves being slaughtered, Orcs being killed, and the arrival of help. Which was too late, as more than half the guards and soldiers have already been carelessly strewn on the bloody churned grass. And, the seriously wounding of the rest as they battled the Orcs, without orders, and without directions, as, their master, lies perfectly still on the grass, his immortal life fleeing his body in lightning speed.

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