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The Prophesy
Chapter 7 (when losses gain)
The forest seemed to slip right past her. Her thoughts were muddled with torturous ones. Laerwen's scream had been unmistakable. Silme could feel someone beside her. She turned to her left to see Legolas running with his bow strung. He aimed for an orc running towards them and shot him down before he could blink. He turned to look at Silme and was startled to see tears from her eyes. He frowned at this and unsheathing his knives, started fighting the group of orcs who seemed to have one purpose in their mind, to get him out of the way.
"Silme, you must leave to the flet! Laerwen might need your help."
Silme looked at the elf who slit an orcs throat and then slid his second blade through the gut of another. She couldn't trust herself to speak. She merely nodded and ran as fast as the Valar would permit her to go.
Laerwen was fighting. But Silme could tell even from the distance that she was grievously wounded. She unsheathed her own sword and charged at an orc who having thrown Laerwen's sword to the ground was now in preparation to decapitate her.
There was one swish as metal made contact with flesh and the dark head of the orc rolled in the ground. Silme turned towards her friend.
"Are you all right?" her voice shook a little. Laerwen smiled weakly and nodded. But Silme could see pain in those gray eyes. True to her reaction, there was blood spurting from her side. Silme's eyes widened in shock.
"Laerwen!" she whispered. Her friend smiled a little but gave out a shout,
"Silme behind you!" Silme had just time to turn back to see a warg rider and his steed tread menacingly towards her. She knew she had not the time to retaliate. But she did not need to. The next moment the warg and the orc atop it fell to the ground. There were two arrows with yellow tail feathers sticking out of their bodies. Silme looked ahead to see Legolas run towards them. The orcs were almost defeated. They would soon leave. Legolas stopped in front of Laerwen who was clutching her side. There was a nasty gash. Her face looked deadly pale. She was losing blood – fast.
"Legolas we need a healer." Silme almost shrieked. Legolas looked at the elleth before him trying to stop the bleed with futile results. But he merely nodded and told Silme,
"Just keep her awake. Don't let her close her eyes. Whatever you do she must stay awake! Can you do that Silme?"
She nodded resolutely. She then turned to Laerwen and cupped her face gently with her hand.
"Laerwen, mellonamin do not leave us. We need you. I need you. Laerwen, please!" her voice broke as she tried to restrain her tears. Laerwen was looking at her with a painful smile in her face. She placed her bloodied hand on Silme's cheek.
"Astalder! You must not weep! For you have saved out glade. You are worthy Silme starlight. You are the one. Namárië!"
Her hand fell limply from Silme's cheek. Silme looked at this horrified. She shook Laerwen.
"Laerwen! Laerwen! Mellonamin! Wake up! Please!"
Laerwen remained still. The pale face of her dead friend glowed in the starlight. Legolas ran as fast as he could towards the two elleth. The orcs now having fled, they could concentrate on the wounded. But as he neared the two, a sense of foreboding filled his being. He stopped abruptly when he saw Silme bend over the body of Laerwen. She was clutching her hands, which looked pale beyond reckoning. He knelt beside Laerwen facing Silme who was gazing at her friend's face as if in a trance.
"Silme-"
"Caled veleg ethuiannen. Namárië Laerwen, maiden of the sun. Namárië!" she closed her eyes in sorrow as she gently removed her hands from her friend's grip. She then turned to Legolas, her eyes vacant yet filled with emotions. Her lips smiling yet with sadness beyond thought. Her heart sad yet without emotion.
Legolas felt his voice getting stuck in his throat. He had never had to console another elleth before. But the one before him, Silme was not just an elleth. She was different. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She let out a silent sob as she placed her hand over his. And bent her head so that her cheek lay atop his hands.
Legolas closed his eyes as tears flowed down his face.
"Amin hiraetha, mellonamin." She merely let out another sob and clung to his hand tighter. She looked up into his face and found his eyes closed but there were rivulets of despair that flowed from those closed eyes. He was crying for her. She smiled at this and cupped his face in her hands. Legolas looked up abruptly at this and looked at the elleth before him. His eyes opened in surprise. Silme was looking at him with tears in her eyes. She slowly shook her head. What happened the next moment happened to quickly. Silme charged at Legolas who hugged her tightly. She cried unrestrained into his tunic as he himself manfully tried to stop his cries.
"Silme please hush! Silme-" he found his voice breaking. But Silme continued to cry. Aragorn was slowly walking towards them. He stopped horrified when he saw Laerwen lie there peacefully while Legolas was trying to console a very sad Silme. He knelt before the fallen elleth and closed his eyes.
"and so comes the end of Laerwen the great march warden of Edona. May the Valar escort her to the halls of Mandos. Let her be known as the Astalder. The valiant one. She who died to save her clan. Let her names be etched in the skies of Valmar forever."
Silme looked up from Legolas' tunic and turned to gaze at her fallen friend. Legolas loosened his holdover her. She turned towards Laerwen and gently closed her eyes.
"Namárië Laerwen." She then slowly got up and turned to Aragorn. He nodded in understanding.
"she will watch over you Silme. She will guide your path." Silme merely nodded as Aragorn slowly moved away, leaving her alone with the elf who consoled her. She turned to Legolas.
"I must look terrible." He laughed a little and shook his head.
"you are a wonderful elleth Silme. You cared for Laerwen and it is the most unfortunate thing to happen for her to die so soon. But I shall be there if you ever need me." Silme looked at Legolas abruptly. He was gazing at her face without taking away his eyes. She slowly smiled and nodded her head.
"I lost Laerwen but I gained you Legolas Greenleaf son of Thranduil. I hope our relationship continues." Saying this she gently patted his shoulder and turned back towards Laerwen and the elves of the glade who now mourned around her.
Legolas smiled a little as he gently touched the part where she had patted and said in a whisper.
"I hope for that too." He smiled a little and turned to Laerwen himself.
Mila looked at her reflection in the mirror. A fair elleth with raven black hair and smoky gray eyes smiled back at her.
"welcome back Mila! Welcome back."
"so you have used the potion Mila, my dear!" a sweet voice greeted the elleth. Mila turned abruptly to glare at another elleth.
"Wenya must I remind you to knock before you enter?" her eyes ran over the sword that shone by the side of her robes. Wenya followed her gaze and smiled slowly.
"Nwalme says Silme has lost her very good friend Laerwen to the orcs. She will be delighted if she was to get back her darling aunt! If you know what I mean!" Wenya smirked at the reflection. Mila scowled.
"I know what to do."
"oh yes you do! But I must remind you! Nwalme doesn't take that very easily to traitors. So, it would be wise on your part not to rub her the wrong way!"
"I know what I must do and I know where my loyalties lie!"
"then leave and show her your loyalty! Remember Mila! The price you will pay for treachery is death or perhaps something worse. Nwalme will know."
"I understand." Mila growled. Wenya laughed a little and moved out of the room. Mila turned to her reflection and said smiling,
"So Silme, Lle tula tyal!"
Laughter rang from her room.
Translations:
Lle tula tyal – you have come to play
Namárië – farewell
Astalder – the valiant one
Caled veleg ethuiannen – a great light has gone out.
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