Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's stuff. (Did I spell his name right? I can never spell is correctly.) Just the 17, Faith, Katowyn, Argonth and I few smaller characters are mine. I wish I did own it. *tear tear* Now on to the story!
Of Loss
"Come, we are almost there!" yelled Katowyn to the others. Isengard was quickly coming into view but not like you would expect.
Katowyn stopped them a few hundred yards from the gates. She had a look of disgust upon her face. Her eyes scanned various areas wincing every once in a while.
"What is it Katowyn?" Legolas asked. She turned to him surprised.
"What do you mean? Look at Isengard!" she said in distress. Legolas looked back at Isengard. A beautiful white arch led into it. A stone path went in many directions and a wide one led to the foot of the Orthanc. Trees in full bloom with pink roses lined the area. An occasional fountain was seen hidden in the trees. Legolas smiled.
"So this is the real Isengard," he said. A smile tugged at his lips. Lexwen looked over the elves. Yurwen and Maxomir just stared at the beautiful place. Legolas was speaking with Katowyn. It was Zachalf who worried her. Yet again he had a mysterious look upon his face. Eowynbrian pawed the ground, and his nostrils flared. Lexwen tried to ease him but he just kept going. Lexwen trotted awkwardly over to Zachalf.
"A great evil captures Isengard. The air is thick and it is hard to breath. We must leave," urged Zachalf.
"Lexwen don't you see it?" Katowyn yelled at her. She just shook her head.
"Come, we have a day's journey south east. Let us ride!" yelled Lexwen. She turned and galloped away closely followed by Zachalf.
Katowyn looked back at Isengard to hear a great clap of thunder and the ugly black gates opened. Beginning to file out was a great army of Uruk-hai! Katowyn steadily backed up Symbidian and went after Lexwen and Zachalf. As Isengard disappeared she could see the steadily growing army pouring out.
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After a few hours Zachalf called for a break. The elves slowed their horses and dismounted. They took a small amount of food and settled down.
"Do we know for sure when Sauron will send out his armies?" asked Maxomir as he smoked a pipe.
"Not for sure, but it's supposed to be setting in 4 days not counting today. They might set out sooner," said Lexwen. She looked south and in the far distance she could see the lands of Rohan.
"We must ride hard and reach Edoras by tonight. From there we, as in Lexwen, Zachalf, Katowyn and I ride for Minas Tirith. Yurwen and Maxomir are to stay in Edoras to help defend Rohan" Legolas explained. Suddenly Katowyn came running over the hill.
"Orcs, coming towards us!" she yelled out of breath. Lexwen quickly unsheathed her sword but Katowyn shook her head. "There are too many. Last time it was a close call but now we're talking 500 orcs" she said gasping for breath.
"How far away are they?" asked Zachalf jumping to his feet.
"3 miles at tops" she whispered. They looked north and sure enough they saw a mass of orcs coming their way. "They will catch us in 30 minutes at the most" Katowyn warned.
Legolas turned to her quickly. "We ride for Edoras now! Do not turn back or slow down, ride now!" he yelled and they all jumped upon their horses at a slow trot. Legolas took the lead and they cantered away in a cloud of dust.
They rode nonstop until the orcs were barely in sigh of the elves. Lexwen called for a break and they took cover a few miles past the ruins of helms deep. They were a little over half a day's ride to Edoras.
"We cannot keep this up for much longer. The orcs will soon over run us" said Yurwen.
"Let us take an hour break then ride," said Zachalf. He settled down on the ground next to Lexwen. She sighed and leaned on Zachalf's shoulder quickly falling asleep. After a while Legolas came over to Zachalf to relieve his turn of watch. Zachalf yawned and stretched out his arms. Lexwen woke out of her sleep and looked around tiredly.
"Are we leaving already?" she asked. Legolas shook his head.
"No, its just Zachalf's watch. We leave in about half an hour," he whispered as he sat down next to her.
"Legolas, I'm sorry" Lexwen whispered softly.
"For what?" he asked with his eyes closed.
"For being such a jerk these past few weeks. I've just thought that you hurt me too much to forgive you," she said. Legolas looked down at her surprised.
"But you had every right to be mad at me" Legolas whispered as he struggled to find the words to say.
"Yes, but I shouldn't have been so rude to you. Can you forgive me?" she pleaded.
"There's nothing to forgive, Lexwen" Legolas said softly in elvish and light kissed her forehead. Lexwen tried to fight back the smile on her lips and fell asleep again on Legolas' shoulder.
The minutes ticked by slowly as Zachalf kept watch. The orcs crept closer and closer while the others slept. He could see Maxomir was asleep next to Yurwen as she lazily played with his hair. Katowyn slept near her horse. Lexwen lightly rested on Legolas' shoulder, as Legolas appeared to be simply listening to everything around him with his eyes closed.
Zachalf turned back to the increasing group of orcs. Instead of just the foul screeches of the orcs in the distance he heard actual voices, deep and hideous voices.
"Come on you sluggards! We're still a three and a half days march from Minas Tirith. We must over run Osgiliath before we attack! Hurry," yelled a particularly ugly orc. The orcs broke into a jog as they heard the sound of whips thrashing through the air threatening anyone who got out of line. Suddenly the leader called for them to stop.
From what Zachalf could tell the orcs seemed to be sniffing the air for something. "What is it? Do you smell man flesh?" said an orc with a shrill voice.
"Nay, purer flesh, elfin flesh" he bellowed. Then he screamed something to them in orcish. A small amount of archer orcs ran forward and pointed their arrows in all different directions. Fair amounts were directed right at them.
"Arise! Lexwen, Maxomir, Katowyn, arise!" yelled Zachalf the others. The elves and Katowyn jumped to their feet and looked out north. They saw the archers and backed away.
"Ride, ride now!" screamed Lexwen. They all mounted their horses and quickly raced away.
Just as they left their spot the orcs let their arrows fly. Maxomir quickly took the lead followed by Yurwen and Katowyn. Dust, Zachalf's horse, didn't seem to want to leave in their time of need. As Dust delayed him the orcs came running towards them, the archers first. The archer in the lead let go of another arrow and it went whistling in the air. Lexwen watched as it zoomed towards Dust's side. The distance closed and Lexwen heard Dust whiny in pain as she fell.
Zachalf rolled off her as he was stranded. Lexwen doubled back as Legolas cried out in protest. Lexwen rode towards Zachalf and pulled him up on Eowynbrian behind her. Then she forced Eowynbrian into a fast gallop. She didn't slow him down until she got up to Legolas and was out of range of shot. Zachalf stayed silent for a very long time. He seemed to be thinking about other things.
"Zachalf, I'm so sorry about Dust. It wasn't fair that she had to leave" Lexwen whispered. Zachalf took a deep breath.
"Yeah I guess. It's just I am sad. I know it's stupid that I'm mourning for a horse," Zachalf said looking away.
"No it is fine. Horses are great and powerful creatures. To mourn for Dust is fine" Lexwen said.
She looked back to see the orcs still on their trail. Lexwen sped up a bit and rode along side Legolas. Zachalf sighed tiredly.
Legolas looked at him sadly as Zachalf leaned against Lexwen's back. Legolas could tell he immediately feel asleep. "Poor Zachalf, he seems so worked up over something terrible. He knows something's going to happen" Legolas said.
Lexwen looked back quickly at Zachalf. "Yes, he just needs to rest."
"Do you want to keep him with you? We can move him so you have more room" Legolas said.
"No, that's okay. He's fine where he is. When he wakes I'll take a break" Lexwen said. Legolas nodded and looked ahead.
Yurwen rode over to Katowyn who was unnaturally silent. "Katowyn, I know you know more than you let on. Where did the army of orcs come from?" she asked.
"What do you mean? They came from Isengard of course! Didn't you see them swarming around the place?" Katowyn exclaimed.
"No, I didn't. Are you feeling all right? You should get some rest as soon as you can" Yurwen said.
"I'm not tired. I'm worried because we're being chased by a large pack of…Argh!" Katowyn suddenly yelled. An arrow whistled past her ear. She looked back to see the orcs dangerously close to shooting range.
"Ride!" yelled Legolas. He and Lexwen with Zachalf shot away. Maxomir followed them closely. Katowyn looked away from Yurwen and rode forward.
Putting the power of their horses to work was a tough ride. None of the horses were built for such a fast and long run. An hour dripped by but the orcs were yet to slow.
Lexwen was growing weary from riding with Zachalf. It takes a lot for an elf to become tired. Yet Lexwen was long past her energy point. "Zachalf" she whispered and nudged him in the ribs. Zachalf woke slowly. "Zachalf, you must take the reins. I need to sleep as I've been driving for the past four hours," Lexwen said.
"Lean against me" Zachalf said as he gently took the reins from Lexwen. She leaned against him and fell asleep quickly.
Zachalf realized why she was so tired. Riding with another person just a little smaller than him was difficult. The weight of her and the way the saddle was designed clashed. The saddled was designed for her so she could ride light. But the two of them riding together didn't work.
He rode over to Legolas awkwardly. "Legolas, when do you think we will be able to slow down? It is not easy to ride with two elves," Zachalf asked. Legolas quickly looked back to see the orcs in the distance.
"We can slow down soon but keep a look out for a place to rest. We will all need it soon" Legolas said. Zachalf nodded slightly not taking his eyes off the rode in front of him.
Maxomir rode on Zachalf's other side pushing them slightly west. 1 or 2 hours rolled by and still they did not stop. All the elves seemed extremely tired.
Looking around Legolas saw a circle of rocks where they could hide. The orcs wouldn't catch them if they didn't stay too long. He ordered for them to go towards the rocks. The others rushed forward and dismounted. Under the cover they feel onto the rough ground.
Zachalf gently shook Lexwen. "Lexwen, we are at camp," he said.
"What?" she asked looking around.
"We are taking a break for the other elves," Zachalf explained.
"Who will watch camp?" Legolas asked looking around. Everyone looked beyond weary.
"I will" Lexwen said. She had already had a rest and could spare some sleep.
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The elves rode hard after their break right to Edoras. "Welcome to Edoras!" said the guard. They nodded to him and entered. King Eomer sat in his throne talking to a beautiful woman with long blond hair.
"King Eomer, we have come," said Legolas. Eomer looked up and saw them.
"Legolas, it's so good to see you again!" he cried. The woman looked over at them. "Forgive me Eowyn; this is Legolas, Maxomir, Lexwen, Zachalf, Yurwen and Katowyn. This is Eowyn" introduced the King. The elves bowed slightly to her and Eowyn nodded to them.
"My Lord, we need your help. Tomorrow, Lexwen Zachalf, Katowyn and I leave for Minas Tirith. We ask for your hospitality" Legolas asked bowing. His request was met with silence. Legolas look up for his bow. King Eomer was sitting deep in thought.
"How long will you be staying? We are preparing for war and do not have much to spare for guests" Eomer said. Legolas frowned slightly.
"We just need a place to rest for the night. We will rest our horses and stretch our feet before the long journey ahead of us," Legolas explained.
"You do not need a feast do you?" Eomer questioned.
"Of course not! We just need a little food" Legolas exclaimed.
"Alright you may stay the night. I must prepare for battle. You may join me if you wish" King Eomer said. The elves and Katowyn bowed themselves out. Eowyn followed them out of the room to lead them to the guest wing.
"Where have you been riding from?" she asked quietly.
"We rode to Lothlorien 6 days ago. Just now we came from Isengard" Legolas explained. Eowyn pursed her lips and did not speak.
"Here is your wing. Let one of the servants know if you need anything" Eowyn said after reaching the rooms. She nodded her head and left.
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Lizwen looked out at the horizon rubbing her hand unceremoniously. Nekolas walked up behind her. "Danger surrounds them from all corners of Middle-Earth. No matter where they rest they will not be safe" Lizwen said in a distant voice.
"I know, their mark has yet to stop burning" Nekolas said.
"'But that is not what worries me. Zachalf's sign constantly burns darker than the others but he is physically okay" Lizwen said.
"Then what is wrong?" Nekolas asked confused.
"He suffers and his future looks dark," Lizwen said. Nekolas and Lizwen fell silent just looking out in the horizon again. They watched as the sun slowly set. They awoke from their trance to yelling voices and orders being shouted. A guard clamored up the white steps toward Lizwen and Nekolas. "Milady, good sir, we are shutting the gate for war. King Elessar said you must be informed," gasped the guard.
Lizwen turned around sharply. "What? This is outrageous!" she bellowed. Then she ran across the courtyard to the Great Hall where the King stayed. She burst through the doors. "King Elessar, what are you doing?" she yelled in a terrible rage. Elessar looked up suddenly.
"Lady Lizwen, I beg you not to yell. Families are trying to sleep!" he said.
"Elessar, what are you doing closing the gates? People still need to get in!" she bellowed ignoring Elessar's pleas.
"There is nothing we can do. War may start tomorrow," Aragorn said. Lizwen stamped across the room in a fury.
"Legolas and Lexwen are still out there. That's not even mentioning your daughter!"
"What, Katowyn is out there?" Elessar asked.
"Yes, she went to see Isengard then probably went off after Lexwen!" Lizwen screamed. Elessar jumped from his seat. The guards around him quickly bowed.
"Stand up! I need messengers to go look for Katowyn!" Elessar ordered.
"My Lord, I am sorry. It is too dark; we will not find her in this. Besides we don't' have soldiers to spare. War is coming tomorrow" timidly explained a guard.
"You fool! Can you not see? War is not coming yet; it is not in the air. No, you will know when war comes" Lizwen said, her eyes on fire. Elessar sighed in frustration.
"Aragorn, do not work yourself up!" Lizwen said.
"No one is here! Arwen left with the women and children. Katowyn is missing and Argonth has not returned from his journey," vented Elessar.
"Argonth? Who is he?" Lizwen asked perplexed.
"Argonth is the heir to the throne and only son. He is only a bit older than Katowyn" Aragorn explained.
"Well Lord Aragorn, do not shut the gates. You will know when the close them. Give everyone a chance" Lizwen said. Then she turned on her heels and left.
Nekolas was waiting outside for her. "He will not shut the gates. His children are out there" Lizwen sighed.
"Children? I thought it was just Katowyn" Nekolas said.
"Aragorn has a son named Argonth. He says Argonth has not returned from his mission yet. He seemed worried."
"This isn't good. Aragorn having a son messes a lot of things up. Argonth could be used as a weapon against us," Nekolas moaned.
"Let us keep hope, he will turn up" Lizwen said. Nekolas nodded and looked down at the reopening doors.
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Lexwen looked out her window at soldiers hurrying around. A horn was blown somewhere and the men hurried to the entrance. Two guards met underneath her window panting.
"Who is it?" asked one.
"It's Argonth, they're sure of it," Replied the other.
"Go and warn King Eomer. We need to know how to get him to Minas Tirith" said the first and they separated again.
Lexwen stood and left the room. She went to the Golden Hall where Eomer stayed.
"Bring him here" the king ordered. Lexwen crossed the room and went over to King Eomer. "My lady Lexwen, do not tarry. We are bringing Prince Argonth here and he is very injured. It may not be suitable for your eyes" Eomer said.
"I chose to stay. But who is Prince Argonth? Where does he rein?" Lexwen asked.
She was denied the answer because the doors suddenly opened. Lexwen's heart momentarily stopped. A group of guards and Legolas where carrying a very injured man. For a fleeting second he looked like King Elessar. He had longer messy hair and green eyes. His skin looked tough and weather-beaten. Planted in his arm was a long black arrow. His hands were bloody and his mouth had small cuts around it.
The guards and Legolas rested him at Éomer's feet. The guards left leaving Legolas.
"They found a pack of orcs coming from the north. They tried to take them but failed miserably. Only 10 men survived," Legolas explained. Eomer nodded gravely. A soft moan escaped from the lips of the young man. They all looked at him.
"King Eomer, who's son is he?" Lexwen asked curiously.
"This is the son of King Aragorn. He was sent out with 200 strong men to kill smaller packs of orcs. It seems the last group was a little too big. Thankfully Argonth survived. I've been growing quiet worried" Eomer explained.
"When was he to return to Minas Tirith?" Legolas asked.
"3 days ago."
"Well send for healers," Legolas ordered. Eomer looked at him strangely. "I am not good enough to heal this. I don't know about Lexwen" Legolas said. Eomer turned to Lexwen expectantly. Lexwen just stared at Argonth as he tossed in his sleep.
"Quickly remove the arrow. If he does not wake then Legolas and I will deal with him" Legolas whispered. Eomer nodded and sent for healers. Argonth was taken to another room to have the arrow removed.
Lexwen paced the main hall. "Lexwen, why do you worry so much?" Legolas asked.
"I do not know. I feel connected to him even though I've never met him," Lexwen said. Legolas frowned slightly.
"This cannot be too good" he said.
"Why, why must it be bad Legolas?" Lexwen cried out.
"You do not know Argonth, this could be Sauron's doing" Legolas said.
"Maybe it's a good thing!" Lexwen said.
"Lexwen, we are elves. If it's a good thing we'd know," Legolas whispered. Lexwen looked down and spoke softly in elvish.
"Why do you doubt me? I know what I'm doing, I can feel it." Legolas moved across the room to Lexwen. He tilted up her chin.
"I don't doubt you. I just don't feel its right." Legolas entwined his fingers in hers. Silence stung the room, as the two got closer. Legolas could feel Lexwen's breath on his neck. It felt as if a force were pulling them together. Finally the pressure mounted too much and Legolas closed the gap. Two worlds swirled into one as a pent up emotion leaked out. Again they became secluded in a different world.
Katowyn walked into the Golden Hall. In the far corner Lexwen and Legolas were kissing. She looked around for an escape but found none. Lexwen sensed someone's presence and pulled away from Legolas.
She looked into his sad eyes and knew nothing would be the same. Their paths were changing too much. "Legolas I-"
"No, it's my fault, and I understand. We can never go back to before" Legolas cut in. Lexwen nodded sadly.
"I love you Legolas" she said and hugged him. They pulled apart and a single tear trailed down her soft face. A cry of pain was heard from the room where Argonth was. Lexwen took one last glance at Legolas then hurried away.
"I really blew that one" Legolas said aloud.
"Yes, you did," replied Katowyn. Legolas glared at her but they still walked outside together.
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Lexwen went into Argonth's room. Three healers rushed around the room looking for remedies and clothes. Argonth lay fast asleep on the bed. A large cloth was wrapped around his arm.
"Milady, what can we do for you?" asked one of the healers slowing down.
"How is Lord Argonth?" she asked. The healer shook her head gravely.
"He will not stop bleeding."
"Let me see the wound, just quickly" Lexwen said. The healer led Lexwen over to Argonth. She carefully unwrapped the bandages. A fairly sized wound burrowed in his arm. "You'll have to stitch it" Lexwen replied analyzing the situation.
I think you are right!" squeaked the healer and she hurried away. The three healers rallied together and began to stitch Argonth's arm. Blood seeped all over the bed but they kept going. Argonth seemed to be asleep but uneasily. Sweat poured down his brow. The healer-in-charge knotted the last stitch and Argonth awoke with a start.
He looked wildly around. The healers were hurrying around the room putting supplies away again. He took an intake of breath when he felt a sting on his arm. Lexwen was kneeling down by this bed cleaning away the dry blood. Again the wound seared in pain.
"Why do you do that?" Argonth finally asked.
"I am sorry, I am just cleaning the wound" Lexwen replied.
Argonth stared at her. She had mesmerizing blue eyes and long blond hair. He had never seen her before. She couldn't be a servant, he thought. She was wearing in intricate green dress that showed royalty.
"Milady, not to be forward but who are you?" he asked. Lexwen looked up again. She wrung out the bloody towel and put more water on it.
"I am Lexwen Goldenleaf of Lothlorien" she replied softly.
"Lorien, you are the Princess of Lorien?" he asked. Lexwen smiled slightly.
"Yes I am, but I have not accepted my duties yet. My good friend Brandal is ruling my failing city for now" Lexwen explained.
"What are you doing that is so important?" Argonth asked. Lexwen just smiled.
"I cannot tell you that." Argonth sighed. "Now about this wound. The healers have stitched your wound. You are already 3 days overdue in Minas Tirith. I am leaving for Minas Tirith with another two elves and a human for war. I will let you come if you take it easy. You really shouldn't participate in this war," Lexwen said.
"How do you-"
"I am of Lorien. Rivendell and Mirkwood are to be attacked along with Edoras and Minas Tirith" Lexwen explained.
"How do you know so much about this war? I don't even know who found out, although I should like to me him," Argonth said. Lexwen looked away. He expected it be to a man.
"Well Lady Lexwen, why do you ride for Minas Tirith?" Argonth asked.
"For war of course."
"We do not permit women to fight, it is too gruesome" Argonth said.
"Well I am an exception along with 10 other women," Lexwen said.
"I will not permit my sister to go to war but you can? I think not," Argonth said. Lexwen pressed a little harder on his wound. Argonth pulled away slightly. Lexwen just glared at him and kept working. "Do you know my sister?" Argonth asked.
"Yes, she is a wonderful girl, very persistent" Lexwen said.
"I know, she has been begging Lord Aragorn to let her go see Isengard but it is a horrible place," Argonth said with a dazed look.
"That is what Katowyn said. But when we went to see it Isengard was beautiful" Lexwen said frowning slightly.
"How would Katowyn know?" Argonth asked.
"She rode to Isengard about eight days ago. Then she rode to Lorien to warn us. She has been riding with us ever since" Lexwen said.
"What?" Argonth roared. "She is not in the caves with my mother?"
"No, she is here somewhere" Lexwen said calmly.
"I am going to have a talk with her" rambled Argonth. He made to get up but Lexwen pushed him down.
"I am sorry Lord Argonth but I will not take you to Minas Tirith if you do not stay in bed today" she said forcefully.
"Well I am sorry Milady but you do not control me. You have no business in affairs with war. The elf that brought the humans does, you do not" Argonth said angrily. "You are not even a healer!" Argonth complained.
"Fine" Lexwen said. She threw the towel in the washing basin. "Stay here during war" Lexwen said and stormed out.
The healers all looked away disappointed. "You should not have done that my Lord," said one.
"Why not? She is nothing but a Princess of Lorien hoping to fight in war. I will not stand for it" Argonth vented. The healers just shook their heads.
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"Legolas, if you do not mind me asking, what happened between you and Lexwen? That kiss could not have been the start and finish of something," Katowyn said. They were standing outside the Golden Hall. Legolas sighed.
"Lexwen and I fell in love in West-Earth…" Legolas explained to Katowyn about his betrayal and their broken relationship. "I still love her but we know we can never go back" Legolas said.
Suddenly the doors of the Golden Hall burst open. Lexwen ran out. "Lexwen, what is wrong?" Legolas asked walking over to her.
"Argonth" was all she said.
"Argonth is here? He has returned from his journey?" Katowyn exclaimed about to go inside.
"Yes but do not go to him. He is furious that you are not in the caves with Lady Arwen and that you rode with me" Lexwen explained.
"Does he know I did it on my own free will? And that you brought us hope?" Katowyn asked.
"No, he does not know much about me. He kept complaining when I tried to help him wit his wound" Lexwen said angrily.
"He is wounded!" Katowyn said horrorstruck.
"He was shot in the arm but seems well enough to fight with me" Lexwen said. Katowyn hurried into the Golden Hall to find Argonth. Lexwen sighed angrily and began pacing the platform.
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Eowyn knocked on Zachalf's door. "Come in" he said. Eowyn pushed the door open. Zachalf's room was dark. He sat by the windowsill looking gout into the horizon. Eowyn moved across the room towards him.
"Life is so complicated" Zachalf said.
"Yes it is. But nothing is perfect" Eowyn said. Zachalf just nodded.
"Zachalf, why do you mourn so much?" she asked.
"I have much to mourn for. We go into war any day now. Middle-Earth as a whole is at stake. My friends are divided and confused and I am nervous," Zachalf whispered.
"Why are you nervous?" Eowyn asked.
"A terrible threat lingers over me. Something bad is going to happen," he said.
"I know what you mean. My husband Faramir is going into war again. I thought our terrible war ended with the ring. Those were horrific times," Eowyn said.
Zachalf nodded his head. "I wasn't very active in those times. But Legolas has told me stories and it still makes my blood run cold" Zachalf said.
"Zachalf, why did you ride here with Lexwen and not on your own horse?" Eowyn asked.
"My horse was shot in our plight. So I had to ride with someone," Zachalf explained.
"Well, with my leave you may pick any horse in Rohan. The finest horses in Middle-Earth" Eowyn offered. Zachalf brightened and finally turned to her.
"Really?"
"Yes of course" Eowyn smiled. Zachalf smiled and bowed his head. Eowyn nodded and left knowing Zachalf need something more before the end.
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Katowyn peered into each room looking for Argonth. Finally she saw a room where he lay in bed. "Argonth, you are here!" exclaimed Katowyn. She hurried into the room and hugged him.
"Yes I am here and so are you. Katowyn, why are you here?" Argonth asked.
"I've been riding with Lady Lexwen," she said.
"So I have heard. But I thought Lady Lexwen was sent to West-Earth for protection" Argonth said.
"She was."
"Then why is she back?" he asked.
"Maybe you should have been more civil and asked her. All she was trying to do was help. She is very wise you know" Katowyn said.
"But she is not healer and has not business in war in Minas Tirith" Argonth complained.
"Argonth, she is an elf. Elves are wonderful healers. With a wound like yours, you might not have been active so soon" Katowyn said offensively.
"I don't know who she is," Argonth cried out. Katowyn sighed. "Katowyn, who is the elf who brought over the humans? I'd love to meet him," Argonth said.
"Well I hope you know it was a him and a her. As for meeting them, you already have," Katowyn said.
"Who?" Argonth asked.
"You know maybe you should not have wakened so soon. You are just causing everyone problems," Katowyn said and she left. Argonth lay in bed all day. He thought about how stupid he had been. He'd made terrible first impressions to the Princess and ticked off his sister.
As night fell his arm began to smart. He complained to the healers but they said they couldn't help because nothing was working. After hours of pain Lexwen walked in.
"Milady what brings you here?" Argonth asked politely.
"The pain killers I gave you will have worn off a few hours ago and I must tend to your wound," she said. Argonth was surprised she had not been angry with him.
"Lady Lexwen, I just want to say I apologize. I was very snappy and rude to you earlier. I have a lot on my mind right now" Argonth said.
"Yes well I am willing to bet I have more on my plate than you" Lexwen said mixing some herbs together.
"I don't see how but suit yourself" Argonth said under his breath. The two talked as she cleaned his wound. The healers stood in the corner whispering to each other.
"He actually doesn't know who she is!" exclaimed one.
"For a Prince he seems a bit clueless. Even though they are constantly on each others throats they seem to get a long quite well," said the second.
"It really surprises me he does not know who she is. His father is the great King Elessar, king of kings," replied the third. The first two nodded their heads.
"So why did you come back to Middle-Earth?" Argonth asked casually. Lexwen peered down at his stitches. Argonth waited for her to answer.
"I think you can find out for yourself," Lexwen said. Argonth sighed. "Well Argonth it looks better already. I will take you to Minas Tirith tomorrow but you must promise me you will take it easy" Lexwen said. Argonth nodded.
There was a soft knock on the door and Legolas stepped in. Lexwen looked up and smiled at him. Argonth look back and forth between the two elves. "Argonth this is Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. Legolas this is Argonth son of Aragorn" Lexwen introduced. They nodded to each other.
"Lexwen, King Eomer requests your presence at dinner. He says if Argonth is well enough he would like him too," Legolas reported. Lexwen got up followed by Argonth and they left for dinner.
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Dinner was a relatively quiet affair. King Eomer sat at the head of the table. Lexwen sat between Prince Argonth and Legolas. Maxomir, Zachalf, and Yurwen were present along with some upper Rohan residents. Katowyn was suspiciously absent. Argonth seemed to be having trouble eating because of his arm. Lexwen smirked slightly.
"Why don't you try doing this? Even then you wouldn't have a throbbing pain in your arm!" quietly exclaimed Argonth.
"I'll tend to your wound after dinner. Do not worry your highness" Lexwen muttered under her breath. Argonth frowned and turned back to his dinner.
"Lady Lexwen what a pleasure to meet you! I am Captain Gamlingan," said a superior looking guard across the table. Lexwen bowed her head slightly.
"And you Captain Gamlingan. Will you be leading in war?" she asked. Gamlingan nodded his head.
"Of course milady! Will you be staying here or returning to Minas Tirith?" he asked.
"I will be leaving for Minas Tirith tomorrow with Legolas, Zachalf, Katowyn, and Argonth" explained Lexwen.
The Captain shook his head slightly. "Is Prince Argonth fit for the journey?" he questioned. Argonth looked from his food confused. "How did Captain Gamlingan know Lexwen? Why was she here anyway?" He thought.
"We will see. I feel he should return for war. It is safer for everyone" Lexwen replied.
"'But your people? Will you be in the caves? We cannot risk you getting hurt" Gamlingan exclaimed.
"No I will be fighting. It would be irresponsible to lure danger towards unarmed women and children," Lexwen said. Gamlingan looked at his food in disapproval.
A soldier to Argonth's right turned to him. "I hear Lexwen is helping to heal your wound Prince Argonth," he whispered.
"Yes, what of it?"
"It is such an honor. I heard of what she can do. I do not think she knows it. She seems sadly oblivious to it" the soldier exclaimed. Argonth turned from the soldier angry with himself.
Why didn't he know who Lexwen was? So many people knew her. He recognized the name from somewhere. Argonth was sure his father had mentioned her years ago. But she couldn't have come back. It wasn't safe! Argonth shook his head thoroughly confused. Again his arm was starting to sting more than he felt it should. He shifted uncomfortably. He looked over at Lexwen. She was chatting happily with Legolas. She seemed to be talking about something big because her actions were dramatic and large.
Argonth lifted his sleeve to see his wound. He saw the bandages were covered in crimson blood. He was just about to lower it when Lexwen grabbed his hand. "Prince Argonth, does this wound sting much?"
"Yes, too much it seems. I would see to it myself but I will be clumsy with my left hand and might aggravate the wound" he replied.
Lexwen sighed slightly and stood up. King Eomer looked at her. "With your leave my lord I shall remove my presence. Prince Argonth's wound seems to be reacting strangely to the herbs" she said. Eomer bowed his head. Lexwen curtsied then left with Argonth.
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Lawen looked up from her dinner. Her hand had been smarting from the elves in Edoras' mounting danger. But suddenly Lexwen's sign faded almost completely. Kyomir was looking at her from across the table next to Nekolas. King Elessar sat at the head completely unconcerned and unaware. Lawen carefully looked around. Then she snuck up from the table. Lawen went outside and began pacing. She had no idea what was causing the fade in the sign. Kyomir and Nekolas crept up behind her.
"You noticed too?" she asked not looking at the two elves.
"Yes, it is very strange. Nothing can keep her safe at the moment. Danger is too close," exclaimed Kyomir.
"Nothing? But the cities…" Nekolas drifted off.
"Only reuniting with her partner will install that protection. But it is not possible. The other should not come for another 200 years," said Kyomir.
"There are too many ifs. Right now we need to prepare for war," ordered Lawen.
"We must find Argonth! He will be important before the end," replied Nekolas.
"Nekolas, we have not idea where Argonth is! He could be anywhere between here and the Shire! If someone finds him it will be Legolas and Lexwen" retorted Kyomir.
"What about Zachalf? His sign worries me" Lawen interrupted.
"He is failing somehow, just not physically. Evil looms over him" Nekolas frowned.
"Lizwen said the same thing. Could this be a trick? Does Sauron know about the signs?"
"Impossible unless there was a spy in the Council of Elrond. That is highly unlikely. Elrond picks his guests carefully," Lawen said stamping out the idea.
"But someone could listen in. Like Sam, Merry, and Pippin in the days of the ring, it is possible" Kyomir said.
"No, Zachalf is in trouble. Even if it is a trick we must protect him. Legolas, Maxomir, Yurwen or Lexwen should have noticed. They care for him," Lawen said in a commanding voice.
The two elves bowed their heads at being reprimanded. The scraping of chairs was heard from the Great Hall. Then Aragorn and Lizwen came out. They stopped just behind the elves.
"You know something," Aragorn said. The elves did not look at him. "Tell me now! This is not the time for fatal secrets!" ordered Aragorn.
"Nothing is certain. It is just the worries of an elf" Nekolas replied.
"An elf's worries are usually not needless! I grew up with elves. They are very wise creatures. Just tell me what is wrong" Aragorn said in a soothing voice. The elves just sighed and looked north.
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Argonth took a sharp intake of breath. "Why does medicine always sting?" he complained.
"The mixture of herbs I guess. You of all people should know. You are the heir to a great King and master of healing" Lexwen said. Argonth sighed and lay back down.
"So, where are you from? I mean you are Princess of Lorien but where have you been that caused you to come back? It has been years since you were here. Why are you back?" he asked. Lexwen rolled her eyes.
"You really don't know?" she asked. Argonth shook his head. Lexwen shook her head and returned to the wound. "It looks like one of the stitches fell out of place," she said. Argonth groaned at the thought of how much it would hurt to have it replaced. "I know what you are thinking. I am not going to bother with fixing it yet. We will have it fixed right before war," Lexwen said. Argonth thankfully smiled.
"That's the best idea you have had all day!" exclaimed Argonth. She smiled for the first real time.
"Well I can not act like a witch the whole time" she said. Argonth nodded gratefully. The two sat smiling for some time.
"This is a strange wound indeed. I really do not have a clue why you are not in shock still. There must have been something in the arrow that kept you awake. Let us just hope it does not keep you up through the night. You need a good rest tonight" Lexwen said. Argonth nodded.
"I will try. So this means you will let me accompany you to Minas Tirith?" Lexwen sighed.
"Yes I guess-" A strange burn cut her short. On her hand a crescent moon appeared. "Oh Valar" she whispered. Argonth peered over rat her trying to see what was on her hand. Lexwen quickly hid it. "Well Prince Argonth, I leave you. Goodnight" Lexwen said and she hurried away.
What she needed most was some fresh air. She walked across the Golden Hall in long strides. Staring at her hand she did not notice Zachalf standing in the doorway and collided with him.
"You notice?" Zachalf asked. Lexwen dusted herself off and pulled him outside.
"Yes of course I noticed! Something has suddenly thrown Jiwen into grave danger" Lexwen quietly exclaimed. Zachalf looked slightly pained. She realized Zachalf was supposed to help Jiwen if she was in danger. "The others will help her. Do not worry Zachalf" Lexwen soothed. Zachalf bowed his head embarrassed.
"So what about you and Argonth? You seem to be walking on thin ice," he said changing the subject.
"I have no idea. He is so unlike me but like me it is aggravating! We always seem to disagree but still get along," Lexwen lamented. Zachalf laughed.
"Sounds perfect," he said. Lexwen smiled warmly at him. A cold chill picked up and rippled Lexwen's hair. She shivered and rubbed her arms.
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The guards could be heard yelling orders to guard the gate more. Lizwen, Nekolas, Lawen, Kyomir, and Aragorn stood watching the north. Jiwen was due back that night from gaining news from Rohan. An evil thunder clapped warning rain. A guard on the lookout yelled that Jiwen was coming. A few minutes later the clattering of hooves was heard. She came galloping up happily.
"Princes Argonth is in Rohan! Prince Argonth is in Rohan!" she yelled. Everyone shouted and cheered at the news. Aragorn let out a relived sigh. Lizwen patted him on the back.
"At least he is with friends," she said. Aragorn nodded. Jiwen continued towards Minas Tirith.
It happened in a flash. The elves hands burned from the danger. Then two arrows went whistling through the air straight at Jiwen. Once they hit her a stunned look dawned on her face and she fell to the ground hard and unconscious.
"Return fire!" ordered Aragorn. The men on the first two levels complied and sent arrows in the direction of the attack. There was a single shriek and all went silent.
Lawen and Nekolas ran quickly towards the stairs. The other elves in the Great Hall came running out in a hurry. They looked as if they were going to ask but Lizwen and Kyomir ran down the stairs.
Aragorn stood looking dismayed. Guards marched out to go and retrieve Jiwen. The other elves silently walked up around Aragorn. In the middle of the field they saw Jiwen's horse running around bucking angrily. On the ground was a motionless Jiwen with two long, black arrows sticking out of her back and side. The guards gently picked her up and brought her into the city.
Lawen and Nekolas rushed down to meet them. "Take her to my room" said Lawen. The guards nodded and followed the two to Lawen's place. They laid her down carefully on Kyomir and Lawen's bed.
"Go and fetch King Elessar and the other elves," Nekolas ordered.
"Tell him to bring herbs!" Lawen yelled after them. The guards ran away in a hurry. Lawen looked back at Jiwen. Without looking closely you would not know she was breathing. Nekolas went to get a wet cloth. A soft knock on the door was heard and Lizwen and Kyomir walked in.
"She looks pretty bad," Lizwen said.
"We don't even know what she was going to say" Kyomir whispered.
"It must have been good news because she looked happy" Lawen assumed. The other two nodded.
Nekolas walked into the room with a bowl and towel. Lawen took the cloth and began sponging the wound. "As soon as Lord Aragorn gets here we will have to remove the arrows," she said.
Silence followed as the blood around the wound disappeared. The other elves quietly filed in around the room. Aragorn walked into the door and right to the bed. He dumped his herbs and remedies onto the side table.
"Remove the arrows," he ordered. Lizwen, Kyomir, Lawen and Nekolas began to pull them out. Aragorn rubbed a remedy around the wounds. Then Lizwen began to ease the arrow in Jiwen's back out. The others waited with baited breath. After what seemed like hours Lizwen straightened up holding a bloody arrow. Nekolas took the arrow and began to examine it.
Lawen moved in and began pulling the other arrow out. Originally the arrow would not come out. She wiggled it around a bit. A snap sounded and Lawen stood up. She was holding the shaft of the arrow. The others groaned. The head of the arrow was stuck in Jiwen's side only causing more damage. Aragorn bowed his head. Lawen moved out of the way embarrassed.
Kyomir and Aragorn moved to Jiwen's side. He slowly got ready to open her side and pull out the arrowhead. Kyomir handed him a sharp knife. He skillfully cut open her side. As they worked Kyomir caught the blood. A pulling sound was heard and Aragorn could be seen holding the arrowhead. He handed it to Nekolas. Then he stitched the wound and sighed.
"How bad is it?" Tyolas asked.
"The arrow was caught in her liver. This could be a tricky recovery," Aragorn announced. The others breathed, but not wholly.
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The night wore on and the elves waited. Jiwen had yet to wake and the others were worried. Charwen was sent to watch over her. Their thoughts were interrupted when Charwen came running out.
"Jiwen, she's awake! But she is not doing well" she gasped. The others immediately jumped to their feet. Aragorn was sent for and soon came running. Jiwen's black eyes were glassy and unfocused. When the elves came in she looked at them.
"Aragorn, your son…"
"Do not speak Jiwen. You will just drain yourself of energy," Aragorn ordered. Jiwen shook her head.
"Prince Argonth…is wounded but is in Edoras" Jiwen said in a hoarse voice. Aragorn looked over at her.
"Wounded how?" he asked.
"He was ambushed by orcs and shot in the arm. Most of the party died," Jiwen whispered. Aragorn's eyes looked glazed by tears but he did not let them fall. "My informant said Legolas and Lexwen were taking care of him," she breathed. Aragorn took a shaky breath. Jiwen opened her mouth to speak.
"No, enough! I know as much as I need to. Now rest" Aragorn ordered. Jiwen waved her hand. It was shaking violently. She took deep breaths inconsistently. Aragorn and Nekolas rushed over to her.
"The arrows were poisoned to keep the wounds open. She will not long outlast it" Nekolas informed them.
"Please, come here. I know my time has come. All of you be careful and aware. Dark times are ahead. Form an alliance and defeat Sauron once and for all" Jiwen said. Kyomir got busy in trying to stop her side wound from bleeding too much.
"Thank you for showing me a good time. Tell Legolas, Lexwen, Yurwen, Maxomir and Zachalf I said thank you" Jiwen whispered. Pain stretched across her face. "Aragorn, Katowyn's safe in Edoras with Argonth. Do not fear! Goodbye all" Jiwen rushed. She laid back and tried to regulate her breathing.
Kyomir tried to stem her bleeding hopelessly. Jiwen's breath sped up. She opened her eyes, smiled, then it all stopped. The loud raspy breaths they were cut short and Jiwen Moonlight was lost forever. The elves felt a sudden and painful burn on their arms. Jiwen's sign slowly became branded into their arms. Lizwen took a deep breath. Charwen lifted up her sleeve to see a crescent moon becoming etched into her skin. Time ticked by and the burning faded but the mark remained forever.
"It happened so fast," Tyolas lamented. The others nodded. Kyomir gave up on cleaning the wound and covered Jiwen with the blanket.
"Rest in piece, Jiwen" Pawen whispered in elvish. The elves, Candice, and Connie solemnly filed out of the room. Aragorn followed shortly after.
"We will give her a proper funeral tomorrow" he said dryly and left. Lawen took a deep breath and Kyomir hugged her. She sighed and rested her head on his strong shoulder.
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Lexwen unwillingly crawled out of bed. She rubbed her arm angrily. Late last night Jiwen had died and her sign became branded into her arm. Lexwen slipped into the same black dress she wore in the dead forest. She threw on the hood and left the room. Down the hall Legolas was walking in and out between Zachalf and Katowyn's rooms. She quietly walked down the hall. To her right a door opened and Yurwen walked out.
"Hello Lexwen what a nice-" Yurwen stopped short. She had just seen Lexwen wearing all black again. "Let us go down for some breakfast. We need to talk before you leave," she said. Then Yurwen steered Lexwen away from the hall and into the Golden Hall. King Eomer was sitting in his chair deep in thought. Lexwen and Yurwen curtsied upon entering the room.
"Milord" Lexwen said. Eomer looked up.
"Breakfast will be served shortly. But for now Argonth has requested to see you" he explained softly. Lexwen nodded and the two left for Argonth's room. The healers were scurrying around the room. Argonth sat on the bed fuming.
"Milady you have finally come! Argonth has been complained all morning of his pains of the wound," cried a relived healer. Lexwen laughed.
"Lexwen, you have come! I am in need of your service. And who is she?" Argonth demanded gesturing to Yurwen.
"You are just so quick to react are you not?" Lexwen asked. "This is Yurwen Lavendarflower of Lorien. She was one to accompany me on my journey here" Lexwen explained. The two nodded to each other. Lexwen's smile faded as she was reminded of the late Jiwen. Yurwen looked down embarrassed.
"I must go find Maxomir. A pleasure to meet you your highness" she said and hurried away.
"Maxomir?" Argonth asked. Lexwen looked at him as she smashed some herbs.
"Maxomir Redwood is also of Lorien."
"How do you know all these people?" Argonth asked. Lexwen shook her head.
"I used to know more," she whispered. Argonth looked at her strangely.
"What does that mean?" Lexwen just ignored him. They sat in silence as Lexwen fixed his wound. Once she finished Argonth sighed happily. "So, why do you wear black today?" he asked content. Lexwen just wiped off her hands. "Alright never mind. Will you still take me to Minas Tirith?" he asked carelessly.
"Yes your highness, I am good to my word. We leave after breakfast. Prepare your things" Lexwen ordered and she abruptly left.
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Argonth happily left the small room where he was recovering. The healers had told him to go to Breakfast in the Golden Hall. The sighed he saw was a very depressing one.
All the elves, Katowyn, Eowyn and King Eomer sat around the table. The elves were very quiet. The women were wearing mostly black, and the men were simply supporting solemn looks.
"What is wrong today? Did somebody die?" he asked carelessly while sitting down. Everyone angrily looked at him. Argonth backed away from the glares.
Breakfast continued in a quiet affair. No one talked except to ask for something to be passed and that was rare. Argonth was relieved when everyone finished. They stood up in uniform and left.
Argonth pulled Katowyn aside. "What is going on Katowyn?"
"It is not my business, but you should pick your words more carefully" Katowyn said and she hurried away. Argonth sighed; nothing seemed to be the same anymore.
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King Eomer and Eowyn walked outside to see off the guests. The sun shone warmly but did not seem to extend to the elves. They were totally silent while packing their horses. Once they finished they walked back up to King Eomer and Eowyn.
"Thank you milord, for hosting us on such short notice" Zachalf said.
"Anytime Zachalf. It was a pleasure to meet you all! I am sorry about last night's events. Do not let them drag you down!" King Eomer said holding up his head. Eowyn stepped forward.
"Ride safely and watch out for each other. Do not let evil separate you. Our greatest weakness is our ability to hate. Do not let that hate steer you wrong!" she said. The others looked hardened by her wise words. The elves, Argonth and Katowyn bowed to them and began waving. Yurwen and Maxomir waved from the balcony.
"Good luck!" Yurwen yelled. Lexwen smiled and waved to her. Then they mounted their horses and left Edoras behind in a cloud of dust.
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The scenery did not change much throughout the day. The party passed as quickly as possible, but Argonth's fresh wound slowed them down. The long and difficult journey was a bit step from only resting the previous day. The sun slowly began to set and they began to look for a place to spend the night.
"Why do we stop for the night? Let us make up more ground by riding through the night?" Argonth asked.
"It is too dangerous. Orcs travel by night. No, we must rest. Tomorrow we will ride harder," Katowyn explained.
"Harder?" Argonth said faintly. He thought today had been hard because of his demanding wound. They rode a little farther in silence. Legolas had rode ahead to find shelter. He came galloping back shortly.
"There is a small amount of woods we can use. We will have to have a constant watch I am afraid," Legolas announced upon his return. The party did not grumble but simply went to the woods.
Legolas had found a small wood with suitable firewood. The elves and men jumped down from their horses and unpacked their blankets. Katowyn called for a fire so she could prepare a small meal. Zachalf and Legolas ran off to fetch wood.
Lexwen was only a dark shadow because of her black dress. Argonth wandered over to her. "Lady Lexwen" he said. Lexwen jumped uncharacteristically. Argonth looked at her surprised. Elves were hard to scare or take by surprise. "I am sorry to have startled you," he said. Lexwen nodded. "I must again ask, why do you wear black? Katowyn has refused to tell me and Zachalf and Legolas just avoid the subject," Argonth asked. Lexwen sighed and pulled her hood closer.
"I will tell you when there is a fire. It is too dark to tell such sinister stories" Lexwen said and waked over to her horse. Argonth sat down on his blankets and massaged the area around his wound. Lexwen came back carrying some herbs and a small cup. Argonth understood that she planned to tend to his wound once the fire was lit.
A light crunching of leaves was heard and the two elves returned carrying wood. They threw them down into a pile and began a fire in the middle of the beds. Soon the fire was crackling merrily and Katowyn began their meals.
Argonth sided over to Lexwen. "Now there is a fire. Will you tell me now?" he asked eagerly. Will you tell me now?" Lexwen sighed reluctantly.
"Yes, let us go closer to the fire" she said. They walked over and sat next to the fire. "I had a friend named Jiwen Moonlight of Rivendell. She was a graceful and fair elf. We became good friends in West-Earth" Lexwen began. Argonth listened intently. "I do not know the details but word was said she went out on a mission. Then somehow last night she died" Lexwen said softly.
Argonth was stunned. Then he mentally kicked himself. At breakfast he asked if someone had died. "I am sorry," he said.
"Me too" Lexwen said gazing into the fire.
"How do you know? Is it just an instinct?" Argonth asked.
"14 elves and I have a special system. When one of us is in danger or hurt we are notified by a mark and burn on our hands. When one of us dies their mark becomes branded on our arms. Last night Jiwen's mark became branded into my arm" Lexwen explained. Argonth sat back. Too many coincidences surrounded Lexwen.
Legolas looked over at Lexwen and Argonth. Lexwen was starring into the fire with a glazed look in her eyes. Argonth was irritably rubbing his arm. Legolas walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. He motioned for Argonth to follow him. Legolas let him over to his blankets.
"I will dress your wounds. Lexwen needs to be left to her thoughts for tonight" Legolas said. Argonth nodded and the two talked quietly as Legolas fixed his wound.
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Night fell in Gondor, and the torches in Minas Tirith were lit. Soldiers walked around looking nervous. Humans skillfully steered themselves through the city looking for men to help them. A few soldiers were building up a pile of wood. They left the center flat to put the body. Jiwen's funeral was to take place any minute.
The elves assembled on the top level all wearing black or dark colors. Aragorn came striding out of the Great Hall. Behind him were 6 guards carrying a long and flat board. On top Jiwen lay peacefully. Her usually soft face was white and her lips were chapped and faded. Aragorn joined ht elves and they started their journey through the city. They walked silently lost in grief. As men and humans saw the passing party they bowed their heads respectfully.
The party continued through the city winding down to the first level where wood for a bonfire was ready. When they reached the wood everyone became uneasy. This was their official goodbye to Jiwen. Never again would they look upon her face or be graced by her presence. The 6 guards laid Jiwen carefully on top of the wood. Then they grabbed spare torches off the walls and walked slowly towards the wood.
Lawen let out a sob. It was her fault the arrowhead became stuck in Jiwen's side and killed her. Kyomir wrapped a comforting arm around Lawen and kissed her hair. She sniffed and moved closer to him.
In unison the guards touched the fire to the wood. Instantly the wood caught fire. In seconds the fire was spiraling towards the sky licking Jiwen's sides. The elves watched sadly as Jiwen slowly turned to dust. Her dark figure was visible through the fire. Occasional sobs were heard from the elves.
Aragorn stood a little away from the group. A great misfortune had struck the group but many more were to come. Finally Jiwen's body began to shrink and the elves turned away. "Rest in high places" Aragorn murmured. Then the group walked solemnly away from the bonfire. A few guards and soldiers watched the fire as it raged on into the night. The elves trailed all the way up to the last level. As they looked out over the platform they could see the speck of fire still burning. Together the party moved to their sleeping quarters embracing each other's company.
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All the elves in the woods stood around looking into the fire. They knew that the others would be doing the same in Minas Tirith. Some wondered how Jiwen had died. Others basked in bittersweet memories of Jiwen. Katowyn and Argonth felt out of place. They really did not know Jiwen. But all the same they paid her their respects.
Tears glazed Lexwen's eyes. Zachalf went over and hugged her. He knew she was thinking it wasn't fair that Jiwen died. He himself felt guilty he had not been there to help her. It was his duty and he failed her to her death.
"Rest in high places" Argonth whispered. The others looked at him gratefully. Even those who did not know her were respecting her death. After these words the elves felt free to talk amongst themselves. Even though there was a gap inside them they felt that it was okay to move on. Throughout the night they would gaze into the fire and remember her but all was well.
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The morning dawned bright and early the next day. No one seemed to want to get up. Katowyn stretched wearily from her last shift. She went back into the clearing to wake the others. Everyone slept soundly. Since no one was making any moves to wake, Katowyn sat down on a rock and closed her eyes. There was no way she would fall asleep…
Katowyn woke with a start. Everyone was still sleeping soundly. She jumped up and looked around. The sun was already high in the sky. Katowyn clapped her hands to wake the others. Slowly they sat up rubbing their eyes. The state of the sun suddenly hit them.
"Katowyn, why didn't you wake us? It must be just a bit before lunch time!" cried Lexwen. She blushed and went outside the woods.
Large and bent footprints covered the ground. Katowyn ran back inside.
"Orcs" she gasped. The others looked up for their weapons. She waved her hand. "They passed by a little less than an hour ago. They take the same path we intend to take," she explained faintly.
Zachalf stamped out the rest of the fire. They gathered their blankets quickly and jumped upon their horses.
"We must take a different route!" Legolas said.
"Orcs will take the fastest route to Minas Tirith! There is no hope," Argonth lamented.
"We will have to ride faster. We must only stop once for a fast lunch at teatime. Then we just go until dusk. Ground has to be made up!" Legolas said and they charged away.
Hours rolled by as the group became hungry and tired. Still Legolas did not stop. They kept a strict course south.
"Legolas, we must go east. We will run into the mountains of Gondor! Minas Tirith is on the outskirts of Gondor" Argonth complained.
"That is the point. The orcs are bound to follow the Snowbourn as the quickest route. We will go through the mountains then head south. We are almost into the heart of Gondor" Legolas said. Argonth gave in and fell silent.
Apprehension circled the group. The middle of Gondor was quiet. No one seemed to even be living there. As the second day closed a small city drew closer. Huge black gates stood on the outside. A speck of light could be seen where the watchtower was. Menacing black lions roaring were stations on either side.
The others reluctantly rode forward.
"Argonth, what is this place?" Zachalf asked.
"This is the dark city. It is the most evil part of Gondor. The people do no fight in war on either side. They keep to themselves. Nevertheless they will welcome us. They have yet to rebel against the king. But with Sauron's mounting power we have been growing nervous. Let us continue" Argonth explained darkly.
"But what is this place called? It must have a name," Lexwen pressed. Argonth sighed.
"It is stupid to say such a name in the open. But it is…Edheliond" he said extremely quietly.
"Edheliond, I've heard of it. Do they have an army?" Lexwen breathed.
"Of course, quiet a big one actually. They are so far from Minas Tirith it could take a day to get an army out here" Argonth said slightly humored by her stupidity.
The gates were right in front of them and a lantern flashed their eyes.
"Who goes there?" yelled a deep voice.
"It is Prince Argonth, Lady Katowyn, and three elf companions," Argonth said firmly.
"Who are your elf companions?" asked another voice, more high pitched this time.
"Lexwen of Lorien, Legolas of Mirkwood, and Zachalf of Mirkwood" Argonth bellowed.
"Part of the 17, well we do not permit them" smirked the first.
"By order of Prince Argonth under the king's consent you must let jus pass" Argonth said sternly. The two guards talked together in anxious voices.
"Not yet, do not reveal it yet." The deep voice carried down to them. They were puzzled by the words but they meant nothing to them. "Alright, you may pass. But do not cause a ruckus" the second one granted and they rode through.
A dark black street with cobblestones and black houses was revealed to them. Dingy orange lights lit the place. Numerous tavern signs swayed in the cold breeze. Quietly they rode through the city. At the end of the road was a single lantern lit. A short and stubby man was holding the light. He had rough and uneven features.
"You were permitted to come through. We will give you one room. A dinner will be supplied. You must leave the city before the first bell. No one should know you are here. Do you understand?" he said in a hoarse voice. The elves nodded.
"I see service has been failing here. Can we get some beer from the Red Claw?" Argonth asked lightly.
"No, no one should know you are here. The Red Claw is the last place to be. We will go straight to your room," the man said shortly. Then he turned and led them farther into the city.
A tall building with occasional broken windows is where the man stopped. A battered sign near the door read, "The Sun's Peak." Argonth snorted, oh the irony. He was sure the sun never touched the inn.
"Your room is the first one on the right. Stick to our plans or I will make my own. And know that I am not a just man" he said and stomped away. The group dismounted and tied up their horses. Relieving them of their bags they brought in their supplies.
The inn door creaked open. They hurried over to their room. A small light hung from the ceiling and two beds were stationed in the room.
A small dinner was supplied. Hungrily they ate it fast. Fatigue hit them hard after dinner. Sighing they positioned themselves around the room. In minutes they gratefully fell asleep under a roof.
They slept easily into the night. The morning came bright and early. Too tired to bother they stayed asleep. Soon a deep bell sounded, the first bell. None of the others woke at that. A stomping was heard and three rough knocks were banged against the door. Then a sickly voice came through the door.
"I have made up my own plans now!"
AN: So what did you think?! Please just review, this took me way too long to write. And also, how do you spell Éowyn's name? And Isengard? Am I spelling it correctly?