I'm in a VERY good mood! Updating two days in a row? Teehee! One of my reviewers doesn't like that phrase, so I'm using it as MUCH AS POSSIBLE! TEEHEE.
Sorry.
Back at school today, greeeeeeat…………………
Thanks for reviews, all replies are below yada yada………
Let's just get on with the chapter shall we?
Faerlain
Rayame325 – 'Corse she's an Elf! But what now? Hmm, read on, and you'll see! Thanks for reviewing.
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fiery hypnotic light – I fully understand your points! Here are my answers…
1) There was just something about this Orc that he couldn't quite understand. For a start, she knew Elvish.
2) She used to live in Mirkwood. There was a mistake earlier in the story. It said Rivendell, not Mirkwood. She originally came from Mirkwood, and that will be explained later on.
3) He doesn't care cos he doesn't care about Orcs. And it was the best insult I could find that I had in Elvish!
That better? I know it isn't explained very well. I'll try and make it less-confusing for you! Glad you're looking forward to this chapter, and thanks for reviewing.
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Levaire – (nice name btw) Really glad you like it! No un-fave bit? Wow, that's great! I'm grinning from ear to ear! Teehee. Thanks for reviewing, both of ya's!
Elerrina – Yeayeayeayeayeayeayeayeayeayeayayea!!!!!!!!!!! Chivalrous? BIG WORD!!!!!!!! That word reminds me of medieval knights in shining armour. Reckon Leggy would make a good one of them? He or a she? Orc – male or female? Teehee, nice and confuzling! Thanks for reviewing. I'M BACK AT SCHOOL!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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I'm kinda breathing. Bit hard when you're THIS hyper about getting married to Leggy in 3 DAYS, and am bouncing round room. I have also just eaten Party Rings, ya know, the lickle biscuits? SUGAR!
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Chapter 5: Thank you.
"Chen melin."
"Chen avovelin."
"Esgalvîr!"
"She dreams."
"Dreams of what though?"
Legolas sighed and felt her forehead with his palm. It burned beneath his touch. "I do not know." He frowned. "She has a fever. What do we do?"
"Calm down for a start melonin." Aragorn smiled softly. "I shall fetch a cloth and water. Then someone shall sit beside her and keep her cool."
"I shall stay."
"You are needed Legolas. I shall find a servant to do it."
"No! I shall stay." He sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his quiver. "Please Aragorn," he continued without looking at the Man. "Let me do this. You do not understand."
Aragorn sighed, but nodded. "Very well. I will be right back." He left the room.
Legolas looked down at the sleeping maiden. Her brow was furrowed as she dreamed about…something. She appeared to be in pain, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow. Her eyes were closed as she slept which worried Legolas. Elves did not sleep with closed eyes.
Who was she? And where was she from? He did not recognise her, and yet…something about her seemed familiar. He and Aragorn had guessed she was from Rivendell, due to the colour of her hair, but now Legolas wasn't so sure. Something about her seemed Silvan. Was she one of his own kind from Mirkwood? Or maybe Lothlórien. Although the majority of Elves in the two kingdoms had blonde/golden hair, a few were seen with dark. They had relations in Rivendell, and the dark coloured hair was passed on from them. A parent maybe, or a cousin…
He felt her forehead again, palm flat against the skin, and picked up an echo of her thoughts.
"Dago nin…Esgalvîr…chen avovelin…Esgalvîr…chen melin…dago nin…"
He frowned and took his hand away. Kill me…Esgalvîr…I do not love you…Esgalvîr…I love you…kill me…
Why was she thinking these thoughts? Who was this Esgalvîr? Someone from her past obviously. Someone she loved, or had loved? He had maybe hurt her in some way.
"Here we are," Aragorn said, coming back in. He passed the cloth to Legolas and placed the bowl on the small bedside table. "Just be ready to leave if someone comes for you though Legolas. We need you."
"I know. Thank you Aragorn."
The Man nodded in understanding, and then left again.
Legolas dipped the cloth into the cold water, squeezed it out, and then placed it on the hot forehead. He took hold of her right hand with his free one and gripped it loosely. He had been trying to work out this girl ever since he had picked her up from the stone floor of the wall, but had received no answers to his many questions.
He did not know how long he sat there for, bathing her face, thinking about what to do, who she was, where she was from, when she blearily opened one eye to peer at him.
"Esgalvîr?" was the first word she mumbled.
"No, Legolas," he replied.
"Legolas…?"
"Aye." He pressed the cloth down onto her forehead again.
"Connen…" she muttered. "Hannon len o guren." (My Prince. I thank you from my heart)
"Shh," he soothed. "Im si nesto chen. A as gellen." He grinned. (I am here to heal you. And it was my pleasure)
She smiled softly back, then felt his hand on hers. She flexed her fingers, and he released it. She lifted it up to her face, and he took the cloth away. She gazed at her hand unbelievingly. Her eyes were wide with surprise and wonder as she observed her fair skin, her slender fingers, nails instead of claws.
"Edhel…" she whispered. (Elf)
"Aye, edhel," he agreed.
"Hannon lle," she said, tears slipping out of her blue eyes. "Uir ech vellonnen." (Thank you. Forever you are my friend)
He stroked her cheek with one finger. "Avobresto. Garo bost sí." (Don't worry. Rest here)
He stood and turned to leave. He faced her in the doorway. "I'll be right back," he whispered, then went to find Aragorn.
She turned her face up to the ceiling, still looking at her hand. It was a miracle, a pure miracle. How had this happened? That Elf, Legolas, had killed her, yet here she was, in a bed, as an Elf!
Had she dreamt everything and was in a healing ward in Mirkwood Palace? She had been in a couple of Legolas' patrols, and he might have come up to see if she was ok. She lowered her hand and looked around the room.
No, this was not Mirkwood. This room felt cold, but had just a hint of warmth to it. There was a torch in a bracket on the wall opposite, and when she looked to the side, she could see through the gap in the door that Legolas had left slightly ajar. She could smell outside, even though it didn't smell very nice at the moment. She saw figures hurrying past, their shadows peeking in through the gap. It was lighter out there, and she wanted to get up.
She sat up, gasping slightly when pain shot down her left side. She looked, and found she had a large bandage round her waist. She was wearing a light blue dress, and she could see the stain on it fm the blood, her blood. It had a few tears in the sleeves, but apart from that, it was fine.
Just then, the door swung open and Legolas was back with another man. He helped her to sit up against the pillows, and she stared at the other person. She could tell he was human, but could not see his face, hidden in the shadows.
"El man?" she asked. (Who are you?)
"Aragorn Hirilen," he replied. (Aragorn my Lady)
"Híren," she replied, bowing her head slightly. (My Lord)
He smiled at her, then stepped into the room so she could see his face. She saw he looked friendly enough. Slightly aged, shoulder length dark hair, kind eyes, and dressed in the clothes of the Dúnedain. She saw the sword hung at his side, and quickly reminded herself that both these people were warriors.
"Aníron salph echedi nin veren," she said softly. (I would like a drink please)
Aragorn nodded and left again. He was quickly back with a cup of something. "Drink this," he told her.
She sipped it carefully, not knowing what it was. She soon recognised it. Miruvor, the finest drink in Rivendell. She quickly swallowed the rest. "Hannon lle," she said, smiling at him.
"Gûrel câr man?" Legolas asked. (How are you?)
She was about to answer in Elvish, then decided against it. "Much better, thank you."
"So you can speak Westron," Aragorn said, smiling.
She nodded. "A little."
"You speak only Sindarin?"
"Yes. I am from Mirkwood."
Legolas' heart leapt into his mouth. "You are Silvan my Lady?"
She turned her face to him. "Yes my Prince."
"What is your name?" he asked.
She opened her mouth, but did not say anything. She shut it again and frowned thoughtfully. "I…I do not know," she whispered, and hung her head, "I have forgotten in the long days of shadow and darkness."
Legolas placed a hand on her arm, sitting back down. "Do not worry," he assured her. "We will find out."
She shook her head. "New name," she replied, looking up at him. "I want a new name to go with my new life."
Legolas raised an eyebrow and looked at his friend. Aragorn just shrugged. "If it is what the lady desires, I see nothing wrong with it."
Legolas looked back at her. "But what of your family, back home? Won't they…"
"I have no family," she butted in. "They have all left, gone over to Valinor. They believed I was dead. They gave up on me, as I gave up on life."
"What do you wish to be called?"
She looked up at him. "I do not know. You choose my Lord."
He studied her for a short while, contemplating on what name to give her. He softly brushed a stray hair out of her face. "Thêlithil," he said finally. "I think you should be called Thêlithil."
She frowned. "I have forgotten what that means."
"Sister Moon."
"Sister Moon?"
"Aye," he nodded. "After the light in which you were…reborn, I guess you would call it. Bright silver it was, like the moon."
"I like it," she agreed, smiling. "Thêlithil it shall be." She looked to Aragorn. "Do you agree my Lord?"
"Aye, Thêlithil suits you perfectly my Lady."
She took Legolas' hand and squeezed it. "Thank you my Lord. You saved me. Thank you, thank you so much."
(Chen avovelin. - I don't love you.)
That chapter seemed long cos of all the replies to the lovely reviews! Some more would be great! I'll be updating randomly from now on, so keep your eyes open!
Faerlain
