Chapter 2: discovery
For what seemed to be under a spell, Isabella could feel her body floating. Or was she being carried? Her head was light, she could no longer remember who she was… or how she had been in the situation. Isabella tried to move, but her body didn't cooperate, just too weak to stir. Her eye lids too heavy to open, she had no sense of direction, where was she??
Isabella had been asleep for days. Unknowing about the passed advents, she just laid there in her silk sheets, wondering about how she had ended up in a soft bed! Slowly she opened her eyes. The room was blurry and to bright for her eyes to grasp the objects in her room. After a few minutes, her eyes adjusted to the bright white that surrounded her and she could make out that this was no ordinary room….. It looked like a Palace, silk curtains that covered the abnormally large bay windows, and the wooden four poster bed she was sleeping in. along the roof was inscriptions telling some kind of story, a story of people, and nature. Isabella sat slowly up in bed and looked up at the ceiling closer…. But to her surprise it wasn't people… it was elves tales… "ouch" Isabella held her right side of her body, and trembled. Her eyes widened at her memory, and she winced. Flash backs of a hideous creature holding her down, feeling her up and down…. She shook her head slightly and took a deep breath. And lowered herself back down on the silky white sheet.
Elves? Why was she in a house with elves on the walls? Weird.… she turned her head to face the large bay window. A gentle breeze swept over her face, it was cool and relaxing. Isabella closed her eyes and enjoyed the beauty of life. A slight tap was heard at the double white doors. She looked over the room at them and said rather weakly.. "come in" closing her eyes from the pain in her side, that was growing ever more excruciating.
The double doors slowly opened, and there stood the most perfect being ever imaginable. Shining and standing tall and proud. Long golden hair that was hanging off his shoulders. Isabella slowly tried to sit up, clutching to her side, slightly weeping at the pain. "no! stay still!! Stay relaxed!" it was that voice. The voice that Isabella had heard the night that she was rescued, he was here! Who is he?
He walked over to the bed, and sat in the chair next to the bed, he gave a small smile and looked at Isabella in the eyes. Her eyes still uneased from the brightness she looked away from him and closed her eyes.
"how ware you feeling Miss Isabella? If you are well enough, come to the meeting, but stay in bed and my people will help you" his voice was smooth a calming. Then it clicked…. He was an elf. She was laid there, in pain. She turned her head again to look at him. She opened her eyes and glanced into his deep blue eyes, they looked at her tenderly. Isabella was in awe with his stunning features. The perfect mouth and his eyes that you could stare into all day. He was wearing green trousers, with a grey tunic buttoned up to his neck. His blond hair platted at the sides and it shined in the sun that was coming through the window. She was in heaven. Slightly embarrassed, she looked away.
"who are you?" Isabella voice was weak and full of pain. He laid his hand on hers, and held it to his lips. And replied quietly, "I am Haldir of Lórien and I am here to help you, before I go away to war. Are you strong enough to get up?" laying Isabella's hand back to the bed.
"I can be… with some help…." Isabella said almost in tears. She held her arm up, gesturing to Haldir to take it. He stood up and touched her arm kind-heartedly, but he panicked. He stopped, and looked at her, in alarm, and called for assistance. " Larien Lissësúl, Larien Lissësúl, come here please!!" his voice raised slightly. Isabella knew it had some type of panic in it. But she didn't really care, the pain seemed to grow larger. A tall female elf limped through the open doors, her hair wasn't like Haldir's. Larien's was dark and shorter. Just sitting on top of her shoulders. She was thin and timid, slowly she walked up to Haldir, her head looking down.
"yes sir? Can I help you?" she voice tiny and anxious.
"yes Larien, could you please take our guest to the meeting, she is quite ready to see them." and with that Larien nodded, and took Isabella's arm to slowly help her up out of the bed. Agonizingly Isabella crawled out of bed, and stood up. Grasping, and holding her wound Isabella clutched Larien's hand tightly, and she took one slow step at a time towards the door. Isabella looked at Haldir once again, and he walked off to the door. "I'll meet you there at the meeting…" and he walked off, to the meeting. She struggled, holding on to Larien, Isabella slowly walked to the meeting as well.
For what seemed to be under a spell, Isabella could feel her body floating. Or was she being carried? Her head was light, she could no longer remember who she was… or how she had been in the situation. Isabella tried to move, but her body didn't cooperate, just too weak to stir. Her eye lids too heavy to open, she had no sense of direction, where was she??
Isabella had been asleep for days. Unknowing about the passed advents, she just laid there in her silk sheets, wondering about how she had ended up in a soft bed! Slowly she opened her eyes. The room was blurry and to bright for her eyes to grasp the objects in her room. After a few minutes, her eyes adjusted to the bright white that surrounded her and she could make out that this was no ordinary room….. It looked like a Palace, silk curtains that covered the abnormally large bay windows, and the wooden four poster bed she was sleeping in. along the roof was inscriptions telling some kind of story, a story of people, and nature. Isabella sat slowly up in bed and looked up at the ceiling closer…. But to her surprise it wasn't people… it was elves tales… "ouch" Isabella held her right side of her body, and trembled. Her eyes widened at her memory, and she winced. Flash backs of a hideous creature holding her down, feeling her up and down…. She shook her head slightly and took a deep breath. And lowered herself back down on the silky white sheet.
Elves? Why was she in a house with elves on the walls? Weird.… she turned her head to face the large bay window. A gentle breeze swept over her face, it was cool and relaxing. Isabella closed her eyes and enjoyed the beauty of life. A slight tap was heard at the double white doors. She looked over the room at them and said rather weakly.. "come in" closing her eyes from the pain in her side, that was growing ever more excruciating.
The double doors slowly opened, and there stood the most perfect being ever imaginable. Shining and standing tall and proud. Long golden hair that was hanging off his shoulders. Isabella slowly tried to sit up, clutching to her side, slightly weeping at the pain. "no! stay still!! Stay relaxed!" it was that voice. The voice that Isabella had heard the night that she was rescued, he was here! Who is he?
He walked over to the bed, and sat in the chair next to the bed, he gave a small smile and looked at Isabella in the eyes. Her eyes still uneased from the brightness she looked away from him and closed her eyes.
"how ware you feeling Miss Isabella? If you are well enough, come to the meeting, but stay in bed and my people will help you" his voice was smooth a calming. Then it clicked…. He was an elf. She was laid there, in pain. She turned her head again to look at him. She opened her eyes and glanced into his deep blue eyes, they looked at her tenderly. Isabella was in awe with his stunning features. The perfect mouth and his eyes that you could stare into all day. He was wearing green trousers, with a grey tunic buttoned up to his neck. His blond hair platted at the sides and it shined in the sun that was coming through the window. She was in heaven. Slightly embarrassed, she looked away.
"who are you?" Isabella voice was weak and full of pain. He laid his hand on hers, and held it to his lips. And replied quietly, "I am Haldir of Lórien and I am here to help you, before I go away to war. Are you strong enough to get up?" laying Isabella's hand back to the bed.
"I can be… with some help…." Isabella said almost in tears. She held her arm up, gesturing to Haldir to take it. He stood up and touched her arm kind-heartedly, but he panicked. He stopped, and looked at her, in alarm, and called for assistance. " Larien Lissësúl, Larien Lissësúl, come here please!!" his voice raised slightly. Isabella knew it had some type of panic in it. But she didn't really care, the pain seemed to grow larger. A tall female elf limped through the open doors, her hair wasn't like Haldir's. Larien's was dark and shorter. Just sitting on top of her shoulders. She was thin and timid, slowly she walked up to Haldir, her head looking down.
"yes sir? Can I help you?" she voice tiny and anxious.
"yes Larien, could you please take our guest to the meeting, she is quite ready to see them." and with that Larien nodded, and took Isabella's arm to slowly help her up out of the bed. Agonizingly Isabella crawled out of bed, and stood up. Grasping, and holding her wound Isabella clutched Larien's hand tightly, and she took one slow step at a time towards the door. Isabella looked at Haldir once again, and he walked off to the door. "I'll meet you there at the meeting…" and he walked off, to the meeting. She struggled, holding on to Larien, Isabella slowly walked to the meeting as well.