Beautiful Waters: Chapter III
The Tradegy
"We shall stop here. The kingdom of Mirkwood is supposed to be only a day away," Neroth told his family. Celevane got off her horse and followed her husband. Silwenn and Fordred got off their palfreys as well.
Galloping in the forest. Hooves. A horse was nearing. It was an Elf. He was dressed in bronze and green.
"Lord Neroth! We need help! Mirkwood is under attack!", he cried.
Neroth looked at his family. He looked at Mirkwood. He touched Celevane's cheek.
"Ride for Rohan. Stay there until I get back,"he told her. Celevane nodded. She climbed back onto her horse.
"Come, my children…"
"…yes… Elves! Here in Rohan! What a sight!"
"… I hear it will only be temporary…"
The family had arrived in Nimuedon, a small village near the borders of Rohan. It had been three weeks. They had settled in a small hut owned by an innkeeper. No news of Neroth had come yet. Celevane and the Elflings prayed for his safety. Until one day…
A knock at the door. Fordred answered it. It was an Elf-Lord of Mirkwood. Celevane ran up, her eyes anxious.
"My husband…"
The Elf-lord shook his head sadly.
"Lord Neroth was a brave warrior. He sacrificed himself to save a fellow comrade. We have only this to bring back to you…"
He held out a bow and a set of arrows. Celevane took them. Her eyes were with tears. Suddenly, her eyes rolled back into her head. The weapons slid from her weak grasp and fell…
"Please, Amme, get well soon," Fordred whispered, stroking his mother's hands. Celevane smiled faintly. She knew that her time would soon be up. She held on to her son's hand.
"Take care of your sister, Fordred, Amin Mela Lle…"
Her hand slid out of his grasp…
OKOKOKOKOK… This one was FAR TOO SHORT! I will make the next one better