Children of Nen
Disclaimer: I own nothing of J.R.R. Tolkien's and in no way mean any disrespect towards him in the process of writing this story. All characters except those created by me belong wholly and fully to J.R.R. Tolkien.
AN
To my good readers: I received a review the other day from someone who calls themselves Bluey. Apparently they have decided to steal my story,
From: Bluey( )
Hey dude, sorry but your characters are so awesome I've had to use them, I wanted to write a twin-fic and they're just perfect. You'll never find my story though, so it's ok, you can't sue me :D
I am, however, very persistent and I will try my best to find this idiot and "their" story. Please keep a look out for The Children of Nen in all forms.
Thank you for all your help.
I also want to say that I may not own LOTR but I do own my characters and I strongly reserve my rights to them.
To Bluey:
You are low and you are a fake. You said in your letter that you "wanted to write a twin-fic and they're just perfect." And, "You'll never find my story though," Number one it isn't your story if you are using my characters. Number two, they are perfect in MY settings and MY way of portraying them, without my ideas they are nothing. You are a sleazy, wannabe writer with no respect. I'm sure if you put your mind to it you could have come up with some great characters but you have lost all respect and honor. I will not tolerate stealing of any kind and will do all I can to prevent it.
Chou,
Xxxx
RainDreamer
Xxxx
Now for the story.
Chapter 5: The Female solider
Cellin woke before the break of dawn. Commotion was evident by the noise outside her rooms. She got up and dressed in the dark, putting on tight violet leggings and a thin violet shirt. Over that she placed a custom made mail shirt and she buckled a leather belt around her waist with seven small loops hanging from it. She then brought out her mail leg chaps and, sliding them up her legs she attached them to the belt. She put on a leather vest, leather gloves, and brown leather pants. The mail was lightweight and she found that even though she was well protected she felt quiet flexible.
After she had finished off the outfit with a dark purple cloak she slid the cowl over her face and made her way to the balcony. She grabbed a sword that was under her bed and jumped down to the tree and then to the cobbled stone below. She quickly made her way to the stables and found her beloved horse waiting for her. Lórdhín whinnied as she neared and his nostrils flared as she pet his muzzle.
Cellin led him out of the stable and quickly mounted him. The troops were assembling near the west gate and she knew that if she went now no one would pay her any attention since the lines were almost completely formed. Lórdhín pranced up to the assembled elves and huffed as Cellin reined him in close. She wanted to keep her distance.
Her eyes searched the crowd until she spotted Elrohir and Elladan in the front line. Both of them were dressed in their royal armor and had the look of death riding on their shoulders. She tuned out her father as he spoke to the elves and tried to keep her head low. Nendil was on his horse and not too far away from her. He looked steady and calm even though Cellin knew he was full of energy and anxiety. The ground was wet from the hard rain that had poured out from the sky last night.
Cellin kept her head down until her father had finished speaking and the troops let out a battle cry. They headed out through the west gate, swords ready and heads held high. Elrohir came from the front of the troops on his horse and rode around the right side calling out,
"Seventh line right! WITH ME!"
That was Cellin! The horses turned to the right and paired off with Elrohir. Slowly they formed a line of three horses abreast that stretched far back into the city. She gave credit to the elves here, there were many. Suddenly the other line parted as well. Her father led the middle, Elladan led the left, and Elrohir led the right line. They marched onward until they hit the forest. About two miles from the city they were faced with the enemy.
Orcs were everywhere. Trees had been cut down so there was a large clearing. Hundreds of snarling, grotesque, and evil orcs swarmed the area. When the elves immerged into the clearing the effects were immediate. She heard her father's voice cry the charge, and in an instant swords were drawn. The middle line charged forward and spread out as the left line fell behind them
Elrohir led his elves at a canter to the right side of the battle and closed in on the orcs.
Cellin's heart raced as the orcs charged forward, their black, curved, blades slashing recklessly. One orc weaseled its way through the lines and jabbed at her horse. Lórdhín reared and kicked at the creature. Cellin tried as best as she could to hold on to the reins but the horse broke into a wild run and she fell roughly to the ground. She clenched her eyes shut as she fell. Her back contacted with the ground and she felt the air get knocked out of her.
Her eyes flew open in time to see the orc run at her. She quickly rolled aside as his blade cut into the dirt. She grabbed for her sword and swiftly blocked the next blow. She side-slashed and quickly lopped the careless beast's head off. After her small personal victory she searched with her eyes for her horse. No time. Orc were coming.
A small band of Orc, twenty or so, suddenly came her way. She gulped and held firm. Immediately Elves appeared at her sides and together they charged the orcs. They were outnumbered. There were much more orcs in this forest then elves but the elves had reason and intelligence on their side.
The elves cut, jabbed, slashed, parried, ducked, swung, spun, and stabbed their way through the orcs. The party of elves stuck together and kept hacking their way through the clearing. Suddenly they were surrounded. Orcs were on all sides. Cellin quickly cried out,
"Backs to each other! Form a circle!"
The elves swiftly formed a circle and as the orcs charged they found that the elves were not as easily killed as they thought. Cellin felt good until the elf next to her was stabbed in the stomach. She then took a quick glace and saw that the elves were thinning out.
She was at her despair when Elladan broke through the orcs with about a hundred elves. Cellin and her small party's spirits were quickly lifted and they fought harder. Cellin slashed her way through the orcs nearby, blocking and ducking when needed, until she reached the edge of the clearing. From here she saw that the orc numbers were waning.
Suddenly an orc horn sounded and the orcs retreated. Her father yelled above the sounds,
"Let them go! Form up! Form ranks! Help the wounded!"
It was then that Cellin realized Elladan was no longer fighting next to her but staring at her with shock. She quickly turned away and searched with her eyes for a sign of her brother.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked down at it. It was covered in orc blood and scratches. She turned and met Elladan's eyes.
"Cellin! What are you doing here! Have you lost your mind?"
"I'm fighting, Elladan. Isn't it obvious?"
"You have to get out of here before they return! Hurry!"
"I'm not going anywhere!"
"Cellin if…"
He was cut off by the sounds of another orc horn. They were regrouping and charging through the trees.
Arrows flew through the trees into the elven ranks. Elves fell all around her, pierced by the crude orc arrows. The elves responded immediately and their arrows soared over the trees into the waiting orcs.
Cellin quickly took her grip on her sword and prepared herself. Elladan stood on her right and she saw a grim and bloodthirsty look come over him. The orcs met them head-on and Cellin was barely able to hold up against the pure weight of her attackers. She did hold though, she stabbed a nearby orc in the stomach and lopped off another one's head. Elladan was clearing his own path through the beasts.
Unlike before, Cellin was in the front line. It would take all of her strength to survive this but she refused to give in. The next hour was pure instinct. If an elf were to ask Cellin about the battle later, she would not be able to tell him exactly what happened. The only thing she remembered in that hour was the sound of retreat coming once again from their enemy.
When the field of battle was clear she no longer saw Elladan. Her eyes scanned across the forest floor until they rested on Elrohir. He was bloody and had
an arrow wound in his shoulder, but he would live, it was not fatal. Cellin kept scanning until she saw her father and Elladan discussing the battle's events. She hoped Elladan was not telling him of her. There was one elf now missing; Nendil.
Cellin searched and searched until panic swept up inside her. She finally spotted him on the ground next to a tree stump. Her breath caught in her lungs and she held back a scream as she raced for him. He was clutching his side and she saw at least two arrows sticking out of his right shoulder. One of the arrows had pierced all the way through his shoulder and the other one seemed deep.
She fell to her knees in front of him and quickly removed his hand from his side. Some orc had side-swiped him. The cut was deep, but not too deep. If the bleeding was stopped he would live.
"ELLADAN!"
That was probably the wrong twin to call considering he was speaking with her father but at the moment it didn't matter. It was only moments later that the Peredhil quickly fell onto his knees next to her.
"Help me get him out of here."
Elrohir rushed over and his eyes widened as he saw Cellin. He did not stop for questions, to Cellin's relief, but instead helped Elladan lift Nendil and bring him to a healer's tent nearby. The surgeon was busy but Cellin didn't even notice. She quickly began to remove Nendil's armor and view his wounds.
When she had removed the armor she realized the wound was worse then she first assumed. She quickly grabbed cloth and told Elladan to hold them against the wound. She grabbed a nearby herb solution and, removing Elladan's hands, she poured it over the wound. Nendil groaned and Cellin winced. She quickly washed her hands and placed them on the wound.
She whispered gently a strong healing spell that Elrond had taught her and then said a quick sleeping spell.
Nendil quickly fell into a deep sleep and Cellin admired her work so far. The wound was stable for now and would become better as he slept. She grabbed the nearby tools for stitching and swiftly sewed the wound shut. She then moved on to the arrow wounds.
Elladan has left the tent but Elrohir stood behind her, giving her what she needed.
Cellin clenched her eyes shut and said a quick prayer. She then broke off the shaft of the arrow and pulled the tip free. She braced herself for Nendil to cry out but her spell held stronger then she thought. She quickly poured some more of the solution over his wound and then went to the other arrow. It came loose with out too much resistance but she suspected that Nendil had lost a lot of blood. She cleaned the wounds and wrapped his shoulder tightly.
Cellin took a deep breath as the healer came over to inspect her work. He nodded his head in approval and said quickly,
"You do nice work Mistress. Could I trouble you to ask for your help? We could use as many hands as possible."
Cellin fell back on her haunches and looked up at him. He seemed worn and tired. It was just then that Cellin realized how long the battle had gone. The sun was setting. Exhaustion took over her but she responded clearly.
"Just give me a moment and I will help you."
The healer bowed a quick thanks before moving down the line of bloody elven soldiers.
Elrohir helped Cellin to her feet and she looked at the arrow wound in his shoulder. He seemed to read her thoughts and shake his head,
"Don't worry about it. It isn't deep. What are you doing here Cellin?"
She just shook her head and leaned on him. Her eyes closed and she said softly,
"I had to come. I'm sorry."
"You could have been killed."
"So could have Nendil. You didn't try to stop him."
Elrohir didn't say anything. He just led her over to a nearby cot where she sat down. He then did something much unexpected.
Elrohir leaned forward and kissed her deeply on the lips. When he pulled away from her she stared at him wide-eyed. He laughed and she blushed slightly. His youthful grin spread across his face and he said to the healer,
"This elf cannot not help you at the moment. She has business with me."
The healer bowed to the prince and Elrohir scooped Cellin up in his arms and carried her out of the tent. She was still in shock from the kiss but let him carry her outside. He placed her down and she hesitantly looked over his shoulder. Her father was walking quickly her way.
She knew he was angry by the way he starred at her, and she grimaced as he pushed past Elrohir and stood before her. His golden hair was tied back but blood covered his hair and dulled the golden color. He was fuming and she knew he was searching for words.
"Nendil will recover quickly Adar."
The perfect thing to say, well done Cellin!
Her father stopped pacing and concern crossed his face.
"Where is he?"
"In the healer's tent. Third on your right."
He quickly entered the tent and she took a deep gulp of air. Elladan came over to her and smiled.
"You know, you're almost as good as my brother and I are."
She grinned and playfully stuck her tongue out at him.
Her father immerged from the tent and said quickly,
"Well done Cellin, he will heal nicely. You, however, might not by the time I'm finished with you."
She saw the hint of humor in his eyes but wondered at the severity of her punishment. She would probably be banished to her room for the remaint of the year.
"We will discuss this at home."
She nodded.
"Yes Adar."
Elladan and Elrohir quickly excused themselves and she went inside to sit by her brother. His bare chest rose and fell with his even breathing. The last thing she remembered was laying her head down on his cot with his hand in hers, before darkness overtook her.