Elizabeth quietly walked into her home and headed towards her bedroom. She walked inside and laid down on the bed, closing her eyes.
Soon, she faintly heard someone knock at the front door and the door being opened. She heard voices downstairs but not exactly what they were saying. Elizabeth soon heard footsteps heading up the stairs.
A knock soon came to her bedroom door and she groaned.
"Elizabeth, are you awake?" came her father's voice.
"What is it?" she called out to him.
"I would like to come in to talk to you for a moment. Are you decent?" he replied.
She placed a hand over her eyes and groaned quietly. She climbed out of the bed and placed a robe over her shoulders.
"Come in," she said before heading towards the door.
Her father walked inside and looked over her.
"What happened to you?" the governor asked her.
"Nothing. I didn't sleep well last night, that's all," Elizabeth told him. "Now what were you going to tell me?"
"Ah yes. Apparently, those three that we took prisoner last night disappeared somehow and sometime during the night. Would you happen to know what occured?" Swann wondered.
"What? They escaped? Why are you asking me again? I wouldn't know what happened. I was here all last night trying to sleep," Elizabeth replied as she headed to find her brush on the dresser.
"The reason I ask is because Commodore Norrington is downstairs and he just told me what happened. We both know how strongly you felt about the freedom of those three people, whatever they were," explained Swann.
"I was not part of their escape. I never left my room last night let alone the house. Are you able to find where they went?" she replied.
"No, they are unable to figure out where they went to. It's as if they disappeared into thin air," Swann sighed as he walked towards the window.
"Maybe they decided to go home," suggested Elizabeth.
Swann turned to look at her with a confused look.
"That has to be the most absurd suggestion that I ever heard! They went home! Where could their home possibly be? And could they have left so quickly?" scoffed the governor as he hurried out of the room and back downstairs.
Elizabeth gave a small laugh to herself. She somehow knew that the three elves were indeed home, back in Middle Earth. She inwardly hoped that they were alright.
"I can't imagine what their home looks like," she quietly said.
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Celeborn hurried into the halls with the limp Legolas in his arms. The others soon followed behind him, as Haldir and Elrohir had Thranduil while Galadriel had Nanaylia. Chimone hurried up to them to see the group bringing the three in as Elladan hurried up behind her. The look on his face showed shock.
"What happened to them? How did they get back here?" she gasped.
"We are uncertain. The clouds came and lightening struck down. It was then that we knew they were home but that is unimportant. It appears Legolas has suffered some injuries that need to be taken care of," replied Celeborn. "Like the one on his back."
Chimone led him to Legolas' room where the young elf was placed onto the bed. Celeborn turned to see that Nanaylia was being taken down the hall to her room while Thranduil was being taken to his.
"They are back but they are still in danger. Particularly Legolas. His wounds have to be taken care of," Celeborn said as Galadriel hurried into the room with Elrohir.
"Oh Legolas, what has happened to you?" Galadriel said in a quiet voice.
"I will go get some bandages and other things that might be needed," Elrohir told them before he hurried out of the room.
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Nanaylia groaned and placed a hand on her forehead before trying to sit up. Her vision cleared up only see the twins and Arwen hovering over her.
"How are you feeling?" asked Arwen.
"I am alright but I have been better," came the reply. "How is Legolas doing?"
The three looked at each other and smiled before one of them decided to answer.
"Legolas is doing fine. His injuries were a bit serious when we brought the three of you here but they will heal within time," replied Elrohir as the door opened.
The four looked to see Thranduil standing in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"It is good to see you awake Nanaylia," he told her as he walked over to the bed.
She nodded as he sat next to her, the twins and Arwen standing up and stepping away from the bed.
"I have been told that Legolas is doing better. He might have a bit of difficulty speaking until his thraot wound heals and his back injury is already doing better. At the moment, he is resting," he told her.
Nanaylia sighed in relief at the news. She was worried about him right from the start. She was glad to hear that he was doing better.
"Now I will leave you alone to rest. You need it. The same goes for you three. None of you have hardly left her side since she arrived here," Thranduil told her as he stood up and headed for the door.
The three nodded. They watched as Thranduil reached the door and turned to face his daughter.
"Just one favour Nanaylia," he called to her.
"Yes Father?" she innocently said.
"No more spells for the time being. I sincerely do not want another 'adventure' like that one again," he said before heading out the door.
The twins and Arwen all looked at their friend.
"We will also go. You should get some rest," Arwen told her, placing a hand on her friend's arm.
Nanaylia watched as the three began to leave but Elladan stayed behind. It was then that she noticed his injured arm. She stared at it as he closed the door and walked up to her, sitting on the bed.
"What happened?" she wondered, refering to his arm.
"Small accident while getting this back," he replied, handing her the book.
They both stared at it and she smiled as she stared at it longer.
"I thought I lost it," she told him as she placed it on the nighttable next to the bed.
"Nanaylia, I have something to ask you," Elladan suddenly told her.
"Yes, what is it?" she wondered, his statement making her curious.
"While you under Manlin's control, did you... did you find anything out about him? Where he might have come from... or... or something like that?" he asked.
"No, I did not. Some of my memories from under his control are blurred. There is nothing I can tell you. But there is one thing that I find odd," she replied.
"And what is that?" wondered Elladan.
She turned her stare to the book on the table next to them. He soon followed.
"The book? What about it?" he asked, turning to face her again.
"It is written in a form of Elvish that neither Legolas nor I completely understand. I cannot explain how we know it but we do. I am certain that my father does not comprehend fully it either. But, somehow, my brother and I have managed to read some of it and it talks of Shiloria. It probably is nothing of importance. He probably just made note of the story that Father told Legolas and I when we were younger. He had been with us since just before I was born. Father said that my mother and Manlin never got along. I have always wondered why. It is the strange Elvish that confuses me more," she explained.
Elladan became a bit confused by this statement.
'Why would someone like Manlin make note of a place like Shiloria? A place that does not exist but in a story?' he wondered to himself.
"Why do you ask?" a voice said, snapping him out of his trance.
"It is my grandmother. I feel she knows something about Manlin that we do not. That no one else knows. Something that separates him from all the other elves in Middle Earth," replied Elladan.
Nanaylia began to think about it and was soon coming to a smiliar conclusion.
'There had always been something strange about that elf, even before that whole incident happened with me,' she thought to herself.
Elladan watched her before placing a hand on hers. She looked up at him and smiled.
"I will let you rest now," he told her, gently kissing her on the cheek.
He began to head towards the door, stopping at the doorway to take one last look at her.
"Elladan," Nanaylia called to him.
"Yes?" he said.
"Please do not leave yet," she requested of him, giving him a smile.
"Alright," he replied.
He chuckled before heading back to the bed and sitting back down next to her.
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Galadriel sat next to Legolas' bed, watching the younger elf sleep. Celeborn was down the hall in their room while Haldir kept watch outside the young prince's room, waiting for her.
"You had a trying adventure in that strange place of Port Royal," she said as she stared out the window.
The door opened to reveal Thranduil and the two looked at each other.
"Is there anything wrong Galadriel?" he wondered as he walked over to her.
"No, nothing is wrong. I was thinking about the questions I have. Questions that will probably go unanswered," Galadriel replied.
"Nothing I can answer then?" Thranduil wanted to make sure.
"No. If I thought you could, I would ask but I know you do not know the answers. The only elves who have the ability to answer my questions are now dead. Well, I know at least one is," Galadriel replied before deciding to leave the room.
Thranduil stood there for a moment, not turning around as she left the room. He turned to see that she was no longer in the room and was heading down the hallway with Haldir. Thranduil was confused as he looked at Legolas sleeping soundly in the bed.
'Now what does she mean by that?' he had to wonder.
The End
Author's Note-There it is. The end. Thanks to all who have reviewed. I suppose I've got a few people wondering after this story.
Soon, she faintly heard someone knock at the front door and the door being opened. She heard voices downstairs but not exactly what they were saying. Elizabeth soon heard footsteps heading up the stairs.
A knock soon came to her bedroom door and she groaned.
"Elizabeth, are you awake?" came her father's voice.
"What is it?" she called out to him.
"I would like to come in to talk to you for a moment. Are you decent?" he replied.
She placed a hand over her eyes and groaned quietly. She climbed out of the bed and placed a robe over her shoulders.
"Come in," she said before heading towards the door.
Her father walked inside and looked over her.
"What happened to you?" the governor asked her.
"Nothing. I didn't sleep well last night, that's all," Elizabeth told him. "Now what were you going to tell me?"
"Ah yes. Apparently, those three that we took prisoner last night disappeared somehow and sometime during the night. Would you happen to know what occured?" Swann wondered.
"What? They escaped? Why are you asking me again? I wouldn't know what happened. I was here all last night trying to sleep," Elizabeth replied as she headed to find her brush on the dresser.
"The reason I ask is because Commodore Norrington is downstairs and he just told me what happened. We both know how strongly you felt about the freedom of those three people, whatever they were," explained Swann.
"I was not part of their escape. I never left my room last night let alone the house. Are you able to find where they went?" she replied.
"No, they are unable to figure out where they went to. It's as if they disappeared into thin air," Swann sighed as he walked towards the window.
"Maybe they decided to go home," suggested Elizabeth.
Swann turned to look at her with a confused look.
"That has to be the most absurd suggestion that I ever heard! They went home! Where could their home possibly be? And could they have left so quickly?" scoffed the governor as he hurried out of the room and back downstairs.
Elizabeth gave a small laugh to herself. She somehow knew that the three elves were indeed home, back in Middle Earth. She inwardly hoped that they were alright.
"I can't imagine what their home looks like," she quietly said.
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Celeborn hurried into the halls with the limp Legolas in his arms. The others soon followed behind him, as Haldir and Elrohir had Thranduil while Galadriel had Nanaylia. Chimone hurried up to them to see the group bringing the three in as Elladan hurried up behind her. The look on his face showed shock.
"What happened to them? How did they get back here?" she gasped.
"We are uncertain. The clouds came and lightening struck down. It was then that we knew they were home but that is unimportant. It appears Legolas has suffered some injuries that need to be taken care of," replied Celeborn. "Like the one on his back."
Chimone led him to Legolas' room where the young elf was placed onto the bed. Celeborn turned to see that Nanaylia was being taken down the hall to her room while Thranduil was being taken to his.
"They are back but they are still in danger. Particularly Legolas. His wounds have to be taken care of," Celeborn said as Galadriel hurried into the room with Elrohir.
"Oh Legolas, what has happened to you?" Galadriel said in a quiet voice.
"I will go get some bandages and other things that might be needed," Elrohir told them before he hurried out of the room.
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Nanaylia groaned and placed a hand on her forehead before trying to sit up. Her vision cleared up only see the twins and Arwen hovering over her.
"How are you feeling?" asked Arwen.
"I am alright but I have been better," came the reply. "How is Legolas doing?"
The three looked at each other and smiled before one of them decided to answer.
"Legolas is doing fine. His injuries were a bit serious when we brought the three of you here but they will heal within time," replied Elrohir as the door opened.
The four looked to see Thranduil standing in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"It is good to see you awake Nanaylia," he told her as he walked over to the bed.
She nodded as he sat next to her, the twins and Arwen standing up and stepping away from the bed.
"I have been told that Legolas is doing better. He might have a bit of difficulty speaking until his thraot wound heals and his back injury is already doing better. At the moment, he is resting," he told her.
Nanaylia sighed in relief at the news. She was worried about him right from the start. She was glad to hear that he was doing better.
"Now I will leave you alone to rest. You need it. The same goes for you three. None of you have hardly left her side since she arrived here," Thranduil told her as he stood up and headed for the door.
The three nodded. They watched as Thranduil reached the door and turned to face his daughter.
"Just one favour Nanaylia," he called to her.
"Yes Father?" she innocently said.
"No more spells for the time being. I sincerely do not want another 'adventure' like that one again," he said before heading out the door.
The twins and Arwen all looked at their friend.
"We will also go. You should get some rest," Arwen told her, placing a hand on her friend's arm.
Nanaylia watched as the three began to leave but Elladan stayed behind. It was then that she noticed his injured arm. She stared at it as he closed the door and walked up to her, sitting on the bed.
"What happened?" she wondered, refering to his arm.
"Small accident while getting this back," he replied, handing her the book.
They both stared at it and she smiled as she stared at it longer.
"I thought I lost it," she told him as she placed it on the nighttable next to the bed.
"Nanaylia, I have something to ask you," Elladan suddenly told her.
"Yes, what is it?" she wondered, his statement making her curious.
"While you under Manlin's control, did you... did you find anything out about him? Where he might have come from... or... or something like that?" he asked.
"No, I did not. Some of my memories from under his control are blurred. There is nothing I can tell you. But there is one thing that I find odd," she replied.
"And what is that?" wondered Elladan.
She turned her stare to the book on the table next to them. He soon followed.
"The book? What about it?" he asked, turning to face her again.
"It is written in a form of Elvish that neither Legolas nor I completely understand. I cannot explain how we know it but we do. I am certain that my father does not comprehend fully it either. But, somehow, my brother and I have managed to read some of it and it talks of Shiloria. It probably is nothing of importance. He probably just made note of the story that Father told Legolas and I when we were younger. He had been with us since just before I was born. Father said that my mother and Manlin never got along. I have always wondered why. It is the strange Elvish that confuses me more," she explained.
Elladan became a bit confused by this statement.
'Why would someone like Manlin make note of a place like Shiloria? A place that does not exist but in a story?' he wondered to himself.
"Why do you ask?" a voice said, snapping him out of his trance.
"It is my grandmother. I feel she knows something about Manlin that we do not. That no one else knows. Something that separates him from all the other elves in Middle Earth," replied Elladan.
Nanaylia began to think about it and was soon coming to a smiliar conclusion.
'There had always been something strange about that elf, even before that whole incident happened with me,' she thought to herself.
Elladan watched her before placing a hand on hers. She looked up at him and smiled.
"I will let you rest now," he told her, gently kissing her on the cheek.
He began to head towards the door, stopping at the doorway to take one last look at her.
"Elladan," Nanaylia called to him.
"Yes?" he said.
"Please do not leave yet," she requested of him, giving him a smile.
"Alright," he replied.
He chuckled before heading back to the bed and sitting back down next to her.
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Galadriel sat next to Legolas' bed, watching the younger elf sleep. Celeborn was down the hall in their room while Haldir kept watch outside the young prince's room, waiting for her.
"You had a trying adventure in that strange place of Port Royal," she said as she stared out the window.
The door opened to reveal Thranduil and the two looked at each other.
"Is there anything wrong Galadriel?" he wondered as he walked over to her.
"No, nothing is wrong. I was thinking about the questions I have. Questions that will probably go unanswered," Galadriel replied.
"Nothing I can answer then?" Thranduil wanted to make sure.
"No. If I thought you could, I would ask but I know you do not know the answers. The only elves who have the ability to answer my questions are now dead. Well, I know at least one is," Galadriel replied before deciding to leave the room.
Thranduil stood there for a moment, not turning around as she left the room. He turned to see that she was no longer in the room and was heading down the hallway with Haldir. Thranduil was confused as he looked at Legolas sleeping soundly in the bed.
'Now what does she mean by that?' he had to wonder.
The End
Author's Note-There it is. The end. Thanks to all who have reviewed. I suppose I've got a few people wondering after this story.