Summer Wind

Chapter 9

"You best get to your room and get ready for dinner, Lady Magdalena." Arwen said, grabbing my hand and dragging me towards my room.

Yes, she was dragging me. She was going on about what to do with my hair, what dress I was going to wear, and who was available. I was shocked in fear when she said who was available. The day's event of what Gandalf told me about getting married at eighteen came back to me. Right before we were almost out of sight, I looked back to Elrohir in fear. He just smiled at me and said something to Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli, who all smiled. I gave a confused look to Elrohir before I was completely out of sight.

When we entered my room, a couple of servants were already waiting inside, waiting for Arwen's instructions. And Link wagging's his tale on top of my bed.

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After an hour of taking a bath, another hour of Arwen doing something with my hair that would be 'acceptable' at this dinner. But after arguing for half an hour, she decided to keep my hair down, the sides twisted and pulled back, wrapped around with a silver string that tied it. She also curled the ends of my hair. How she did it, I got no idea. Than , there was another half hour of arguing about wearing a dress and jewelry. This time, Arwen won that argument and, she gave me a dark emerald dress.

The sleeves were long, it covered my finger tips only couple of inches. It was tight to my chest to my waist, and the rest just flowed down around my feet. A golden string was tied around my waist, what it was for, I don't know. Arwen put a plain necklace on me with a sapphire diamond shape as a heart. It kinda reminded me of that necklace that was real and was in that movie Titanic. I forgot what it was called, but it was like that.

I stood in front of the mirror in awe. What I saw in the mirror was a girl who was beautiful. But it wasn't me. It just couldn't be. I can't be beautiful, I never was, and never will be.

Arwen a bit to the side with the servants, all smiling, Arwen for her finished project. She walked next to me and looked in the mirror, her eyes shining as if she knew something that I didn't.

"Ready to go to dinner?" She asked, pulling me to the door.

I nodded, "I guess." I whispered, nodding a thank you to the servants.

I looked back into the room before I closed the door. I saw the two servants give each other a look that clearly said they knew something was about to happen. Now I knew everyone was up to something, and I didn't like it one bit.

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–3rd POV, 3 days earlier–

A person cloaked in black, the hood covering their face walked over to a black spiked door. A big black Uruk-hai opened the door for the cloaked person, bowing as he passed by. Once the person was inside, the door closed loudly in the circling dark room. In the middle of the room stood not but a single pillar that only went waist high. The person walked towards it slowly, not taking it's eye off of the thin round bin on top of the middle of the pillar.

The person stopped and opened the front of their cloak. They took out their hands from inside, holding a rounded cloth. While unwrapping the cloth, the person moved the object over the thin round bin. Once the cloth was completely gone, he let it fall to the floor, setting the object on top of the bin. The person than started to laugh evilly, taking a step back. The person held their hand on top of the object, standing only at arms length. The blackness inside the ball started to swirl around; slow at first, than faster and faster.

Than, a fiery red color became visible in the middle, faded into blackness at the edges. An image of a single person in front of a mirror, admiring herself in awe. Taking their hand away from the ball, the person spoke lowly, and deadly, with venom in their voice.

"With this Palantཽr, you, Dཽenwen are never alone! I will be watching you tonight!"

An Orc than came and bowed to the person. "We are ready my lord."

"Good. Prepare to leave for Mirkwood tonight!"

"Yes my lord." The Orc bowed and left.

"In three days, the bloodline of the FallingStar shall end."

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A Uruk-hai leader looked into the entrance of the gardens. Some Elves were outside walking around, talking. Most were just standing around, admiring the stars, or the flowers.

"When do we attack!?" An Orc whispered with a snarl.

"When we see our target. Be patient, you maggot. Our Lord said she would go outside to breathe the air. You know he's never wrong."

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–1st POV–

We continued to walk down the hall in silence, both me and Arwen deep in thought. Will, actually I was just dozing off, not really paying attention to anything or thinking anything. I was snapped out of my doze when Arwen stopped me in front of the two white, huge double doors. The same ones that I stood in front of in the first party I went to. I took a deep breath, not knowing what other's would say when they saw me.

"Do not worry, Lady Magdalena. Everything will be fine." Arwen whispered as the guards opened the doors.

I looked at Arwen, smiling. I nodded to her and turned, the both of us entering the room. Everybody turned as we entered. I smiled nervously, scanning the room. I thought this was only a dinner, not a party.

"Arwen, what's going on?" I whispered, still looking around.

Arwen didn't answer me, so I turned to her, only to see her give me a quick glance with a smile on her face. I raised an eyebrow nervously, looking straight ahead to the middle of the room. There stood Thranduil, smiling at me. He looked down at me, never losing his smile. He opened his arms to the side.

"Welcome, Lady Magdalena, to your party."

I looked at him confused, "my party, my lord?"

"Yes, your party to celebrate your one and eight birthday." He put an arm around my shoulders and turned me around.

I was taken back by this. I thought we were only going to have dinner with the friends I have made. Thranduil than looked up to the rest of the guest.

"Thank you all for coming., as tradition goes, she will have to find a husband." I looked at Thranduil in surprise. "And though Lady Magdalena has no family here, that said husband will have to get through me, Lady Galadriel, and Lord Celeborn."

I saw most of the men groaning and crestfallen. I looked over to Legolas, who smiled at me, than over to Elrohir, who nodded me that it will be okay.

"Now, dance, eat, drink! Lady Magdalena will choose someone by midnight. If not, we will choose for her." He signaled the musicians, who started to play.

I looked to Thranduil. "My lord, do I really have to choose somebody? I am still young, and have a life ahead of me."

Thranduil put his hands on my shoulder, "I am terribly sorry but it is tradition for a woman to be married at your age. Gandalf has told you this, did he not?"

"Yes, but I didn't think I would really have to choose a husband." I quietly argued.

Thranduil smiled at me sadly and sympathetic. "I am sorry, Magdalena. But those are the laws, not just in my kingdom, but in other kingdom's as well."

He than walked away, leaving me there by myself. I felt the tears in my eyes but I blinked them back. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped. I turned to see Legolas smiling just as his father just did a while ago. The rest of his friends also came by to stand by me, giving me sympathetic looks.

"Do not worry Lady Magdalena, we would make sure who ever comes to ask for your hand in marriage, we would scare them off!" Pippin said, smiling at me.

I chuckled, and kneeled down. I ruffled his hair, "you would do that for me?" I asked quietly.

"Of course. We are friends, Lady Magdalena."

I looked to Frodo and smiled. I stood up, looking at them all. Everyone nodded in agreement. I actually had friends here, and I didn't even know it. I looked straight at Elrohir who was looking at me with an unknown expression that I couldn't figure out what it was. But his eyes, his grey eyes gave out emotions that I didn't understand. It was hope, jealously, and concern.

"Excuse me, Lady Magdalena." I turned my head to see an Elf smiling at me. I smiled back, unsure. "Would you like to dance?"

I opened my mouth, though no words came out. He had long brown hair, and crystal blue eyes, which reminded me of Legolas' eyes. He wore a dark blue tunic and matching breeches.

"Listen here, my lord!" Pippin said, walking in front of me. "If you want to dance with Lady Magdalena, you would have to answer to us first."

"And what would I have to answer?" The Elf asked, a bit impatient might I ad.

"What's your name, for starters."

"Pendhem, son of Farother." He smiled proudly, a bit proudly.

Merry stood next to his cousin. "Have you ever bedded other females before?"

Faramir, ༄༅omer, Elladan, Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas walked in front of me, all asking questions at the same time. Elrohir grabbed my hand and quickly took me away. We walked out into the gardens, moving away from the windows. I started to laugh, as Elrohir didn't let go of my hand. It felt rather nice, though I knew I wouldn't have a chance with him.

"Poor P-P-Pen- What was his name?" I asked, my laugh subsiding.

"Pendhem." Elrohir said, smiling.

"Yeah! Poor him. Being ask all those questions." I shook my head and look around the garden.

It was a cool night, and not a single cloud out. I felt Elrohir tug my hand, leading me to a bench near by. We sat down, I looked at a half bloomed red rose next to the bench. Almost as if the rose was giving itself to me. I don't know why, but I felt comfortable, yet shy with Elrohir. Though, I was also scared at the way I felt around him.

"You look so beautiful Magdalena." I heard Elrohir say.

I looked down at the ground. "No I'm not." I whispered.

Elrohir turned my head so I would look at him. I just than realized just how close we were together.

"Yes you are, and don't tell anyone else tell you other wise."

His thumb started to caress my cheek. His touch giving me a warm feeling. He leaned in, staring into my eyes. I didn't know what to do, or think. I just stared back at Elrohir, just as his lips brushed against mine. My eyes fluttered shut, as he continued to kiss me. But than I pulled away, feeling my cheeks burning up. I looked back down in my shyness. Curse my shyness. But it was my first kiss. Elrohir took my chin once more, smiling down at me.

"Do not tell me that, that was your first kiss my lady?" He said in a almost teasing tone.

I felt my blush turning a brighter red. He chuckled softly, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"It was wonderful." He whispered against me lips, his warm breath tickling me.

I than heard a noise to the right of us, than Elves were screaming and running away. We stood up, looking to the right.

"Uruk-hai's! And Orcs!" One of them yelled as they passed us by.

I looked at Elrohir, than straight ahead. I gasped in horror, as a black ugly looking creature ran out from behind some bushes.

"Oh god, Elrohir!" I grabbed the back of his tunic, hiding behind him.

"Magdalena, you must run back inside, and warn the others."

"But-" I protested but Elrohir interrupted me, turning me around.

"No! This is dangerous, you must go back inside!" He gave me a quick kiss, than pushed me towards the building. "Now quickly!" Elrohir turned back around, unsheathing his sword.

I walked backwards, than turned around only to find that my way was blocked by another ugly creature. I shrieked, and jumped back.

"Elrohir!" I quickly turned my head to see him busy with a couple of those creatures.

I looked back to the creature, only to meet a black fist hitting my face, than blacking out.

–3rd POV–

"Elrohir!"

Elrohir couldn't turn around for Uruk-hai's surrounded him. He cut off a head off a Uruk-hai, and turned around to cut through to Magdalena. But what he saw made his heart tighten. A Uruk-hai picked up an unconscious Magdalena and yelled to the others.

"We have what we came for. Lets go back!"

Elrohir was about to run to them to save her, but a Uruk-hai came from behind him and hit his head. Elrohir fell to the floor, groaning in pain. He turned to his back and saw the same Uruk-hai about to strike him, but an arrow pierced his heart. Elrohir quickly stood up to see his friends running to him, as well as the Thranduil.

"Were is Magdalena!?" Thranduil asked, looking around.

"They have taken her!" Elrohir yelled, at the brink of tears.

Though, those tears were of anger, and sadness.

"Deachír!" Galadriel snarled, looking at Thranduil.