Chapter 3: The meeting.
I own Lúthien Nólatári, Finrod Carnesîr, Elros Lissësúl, Larien Lissësúl, Findecáno Sîrfalas, Caranthir Lossëhelin, Mablung Séregon and Isabella. All the rest are not mine.
In a great hall, sat seven elves. All of importance, discussing plans to help the man-kind with the war against Sauron and the One Ring. In the middle of the marble floor, was a wooden table. And there sat at the head of the table was Finrod Carnesîr, who was related to Galadriel. He was tall and fair and he was there to make sure that the meeting went to plan, and also to make everyone understand their mission, to the war. Sitting besides him, to his left was Lúthien Nólatári, a lass who was strong and Noble. She was a warrior, she was different from other elf-women. She was shorter, and she had brownish-red hair, and black eyes. Sitting next to her was Mablung Séregon, he was stocky and louder than normal elves. His carves leather and swords for elves who go to battle, and trains with Lúthien, for he is a champion sword handler too. To the right of Finrod is Cavanthir Lossëhelin. Who owns a magic shop, he specialises in mostly herbal medicines and potions. He is tall and fair with green eyes, that make you feel insignificant. Along side Cavanthir is Elros Lissësúl, brother to Larien, he designs weapons ranging from swords, to bows and arrows, and even to blades. He is quieter than the others, but when he speaks… you listen. Next to Elros, is Findecáno Sîrfalas, who is the local librarian. He is very wise and decisive when dealing with problems. He too is also tall and fair. And last sitting at the other end of the table, was Haldir. Who was there to discuss if the Lórien elves were to join and help the race of men fight Sauron's army. He sat there, tall and proud. He shone above the rest in the room.
Slowly Isabella made it to the meeting room. Limping in, holding Larien for support. They stood at the door, looking in on the most important elves in Lórien. They were older than what she was, except Haldir and Larien, but that didn't matter, as long as they knew who she was, and what's install for her, she'll be happy.
"come in my child! Sit, sit… we would not want you to faint!" it was Finrod. His eyes bright as he gazed upon Isabella. Larien nodded and held Isabella up while walking to the spare chair that was next to Madlung. He looked at her and gave a comforting smile. Isabella felt more eased from that gentle smile, and she slowly lowered herself on the chair, still in pain she winced every time she moved. Why'd it hurt so much?
Isabella looked around and noticed that everyone was looking at her… all except Haldir who seemed not to even notice her. Just as if she was invisible.
The elf at the end of the table, Finrod stood up and hushed the room. "we are here, yes? Good lets begin" he held a thing that resembled a hammer, it was smaller, and it was made of wood, and the handle was glass. Finrod tapped it on the wooden table, then sat it down. "I'll go first… as you all know there is a war. Elrond asked me to decide if the Lórien elves are going to help the race of men. We have to decide, and we have to do it fast… orc troops are advancing in Helm's deep. They don't have much time to defend themselves. We have to go… there is no other choice" Finrod's eyes wiry with dread upon the earth.
"you know that millions of elves will perish in this battle!" Lúthien's voice rang out. To Isabella it seemed that Lúthien was frightened, but she was a warrior? It must be bad times even if a noble warrior was frightened.
"we know Lúthien, but it is either us or the earth. If we don't it will be destroyed!" Elros said firmly, looking directly into her eyes. She sighed and looked down in dismay.
"I do not see why we have to fight with men… what have they done for us??" bellowed Mablung, looking rather cross at the room. Haldir stood up fuming, he looked directly at Mablung. If only looks could kill!
"how dare you! How dare you! Men have always helped us, It does not matter in what, but they have! I have friends that are Men. And they have not let me down yet!" the tone in his voice was murderous. "havo dad, Haldir!" said Finrod quietly standing. His eyes shining upon Haldirs'. Isabella just sat there, in pain, but unable to speak, for she didn't want to disrupt the debate. She just held her side, as Larien clutched her shoulder for comforting….
Haldir sat down, and stared into Mablung's eyes, with a deathly glare.
"I say we should go to war, we live on this earth too don't we? I think that we should defend it…" said Cavanthir gently.
"I agree!" said Findecáno. He looked at the room, proudly. He was happy at his decision. "lets show those Orc's who's boss!" a small smile appeared on his face!
Finrod looked at the room, to see if any of them were agreeing with Findecáno. He also had written something down on the piece of paper that was in front of him. Isabella looked at it, and wondered what it was that he was writing. It seemed to be their names and a cross next to it. Marking their decision. Findecáno, and Cavanthir's names were marked off, and the others were left blank. Haldir thought for a moment. Then stood up and announced "if we do not decide to help, I will be going alone" and he sat back down. The room was amazed at his statement. And one by one they all agreed to fight in the war of the One Ring! Isabella could see Finrod's paper full of markings. All agreeing to fight. He then stood up "well that's agreed, we will fight along side the race of Men" he gave a little smile and nod. Isabella's wound was getting worse! More unbearable than ever… she gave out a small yelp. Hadlir looked at her worriedly. "are you okay Isabella?" he leaned across to her and held her hand.
"my wound… its…"she held her hand up to her head and looked down. "it's seems to be spreading" her body was crouched over, and a small tear fell onto her lap. "can you help relieve the pain?" she asked to Haldir. He looked at her in dismay. Then thought and looked at Cavanthir. "Cavanthir, what medicines can you make?"
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I own Lúthien Nólatári, Finrod Carnesîr, Elros Lissësúl, Larien Lissësúl, Findecáno Sîrfalas, Caranthir Lossëhelin, Mablung Séregon and Isabella. All the rest are not mine.
In a great hall, sat seven elves. All of importance, discussing plans to help the man-kind with the war against Sauron and the One Ring. In the middle of the marble floor, was a wooden table. And there sat at the head of the table was Finrod Carnesîr, who was related to Galadriel. He was tall and fair and he was there to make sure that the meeting went to plan, and also to make everyone understand their mission, to the war. Sitting besides him, to his left was Lúthien Nólatári, a lass who was strong and Noble. She was a warrior, she was different from other elf-women. She was shorter, and she had brownish-red hair, and black eyes. Sitting next to her was Mablung Séregon, he was stocky and louder than normal elves. His carves leather and swords for elves who go to battle, and trains with Lúthien, for he is a champion sword handler too. To the right of Finrod is Cavanthir Lossëhelin. Who owns a magic shop, he specialises in mostly herbal medicines and potions. He is tall and fair with green eyes, that make you feel insignificant. Along side Cavanthir is Elros Lissësúl, brother to Larien, he designs weapons ranging from swords, to bows and arrows, and even to blades. He is quieter than the others, but when he speaks… you listen. Next to Elros, is Findecáno Sîrfalas, who is the local librarian. He is very wise and decisive when dealing with problems. He too is also tall and fair. And last sitting at the other end of the table, was Haldir. Who was there to discuss if the Lórien elves were to join and help the race of men fight Sauron's army. He sat there, tall and proud. He shone above the rest in the room.
Slowly Isabella made it to the meeting room. Limping in, holding Larien for support. They stood at the door, looking in on the most important elves in Lórien. They were older than what she was, except Haldir and Larien, but that didn't matter, as long as they knew who she was, and what's install for her, she'll be happy.
"come in my child! Sit, sit… we would not want you to faint!" it was Finrod. His eyes bright as he gazed upon Isabella. Larien nodded and held Isabella up while walking to the spare chair that was next to Madlung. He looked at her and gave a comforting smile. Isabella felt more eased from that gentle smile, and she slowly lowered herself on the chair, still in pain she winced every time she moved. Why'd it hurt so much?
Isabella looked around and noticed that everyone was looking at her… all except Haldir who seemed not to even notice her. Just as if she was invisible.
The elf at the end of the table, Finrod stood up and hushed the room. "we are here, yes? Good lets begin" he held a thing that resembled a hammer, it was smaller, and it was made of wood, and the handle was glass. Finrod tapped it on the wooden table, then sat it down. "I'll go first… as you all know there is a war. Elrond asked me to decide if the Lórien elves are going to help the race of men. We have to decide, and we have to do it fast… orc troops are advancing in Helm's deep. They don't have much time to defend themselves. We have to go… there is no other choice" Finrod's eyes wiry with dread upon the earth.
"you know that millions of elves will perish in this battle!" Lúthien's voice rang out. To Isabella it seemed that Lúthien was frightened, but she was a warrior? It must be bad times even if a noble warrior was frightened.
"we know Lúthien, but it is either us or the earth. If we don't it will be destroyed!" Elros said firmly, looking directly into her eyes. She sighed and looked down in dismay.
"I do not see why we have to fight with men… what have they done for us??" bellowed Mablung, looking rather cross at the room. Haldir stood up fuming, he looked directly at Mablung. If only looks could kill!
"how dare you! How dare you! Men have always helped us, It does not matter in what, but they have! I have friends that are Men. And they have not let me down yet!" the tone in his voice was murderous. "havo dad, Haldir!" said Finrod quietly standing. His eyes shining upon Haldirs'. Isabella just sat there, in pain, but unable to speak, for she didn't want to disrupt the debate. She just held her side, as Larien clutched her shoulder for comforting….
Haldir sat down, and stared into Mablung's eyes, with a deathly glare.
"I say we should go to war, we live on this earth too don't we? I think that we should defend it…" said Cavanthir gently.
"I agree!" said Findecáno. He looked at the room, proudly. He was happy at his decision. "lets show those Orc's who's boss!" a small smile appeared on his face!
Finrod looked at the room, to see if any of them were agreeing with Findecáno. He also had written something down on the piece of paper that was in front of him. Isabella looked at it, and wondered what it was that he was writing. It seemed to be their names and a cross next to it. Marking their decision. Findecáno, and Cavanthir's names were marked off, and the others were left blank. Haldir thought for a moment. Then stood up and announced "if we do not decide to help, I will be going alone" and he sat back down. The room was amazed at his statement. And one by one they all agreed to fight in the war of the One Ring! Isabella could see Finrod's paper full of markings. All agreeing to fight. He then stood up "well that's agreed, we will fight along side the race of Men" he gave a little smile and nod. Isabella's wound was getting worse! More unbearable than ever… she gave out a small yelp. Hadlir looked at her worriedly. "are you okay Isabella?" he leaned across to her and held her hand.
"my wound… its…"she held her hand up to her head and looked down. "it's seems to be spreading" her body was crouched over, and a small tear fell onto her lap. "can you help relieve the pain?" she asked to Haldir. He looked at her in dismay. Then thought and looked at Cavanthir. "Cavanthir, what medicines can you make?"
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