Silent Angel
Chapter 3
–Lothlorien's borders, Next day–
Just as Naurrin predicted, it has started raining an hour before dawn. The group had their hoods on, closing the front of their cloaks, blocking the chilly wind.
"So tell me, Haldir. How is Naurrin like?" Arwen asked, riding next to the older March Warden.
Haldir smiled, a distant look in his eyes. "She is very shy, quiet, and polite. She barely talks above a whisper when you first meet her. But she is very outgoing, outspoken, and quite good with a sword and daggers. Though, she is more fond of the sword for it was her brother's."
"She can also hold a grudge on you for days." Rumil added, riding next to his brother.
Orophin rode on Arwen's right. "Or throw a shoe towards your head."
Rumil grimace in memory, making Haldir and Orophin laugh, Arwen smiling.
"She sounds like a very nice person."
Rumil nodded, "she is, Lady Arwen. No one cannot help but be fond of her."
"Though, she is unique and different from others." Orophin said, getting Arwen's best interest.
"What do you mean?"
"Her appearance for one thing." Arwen looked at Rumil, her eyebrows furrowed. "She has a color in her hair - a caramel color - and her skin is that of a human that stays out in the sun too much. Though, not too dark."
"But her eyes is the most unique of all." Haldir said, picturing Naurrin's eyes in his mind. "They are an aqua color with the mix of hazel."
Arwen's eyes were a bit wide. "Is she truly an Elven Maiden?"
"Yes. She has not other race in her. Lady Galadriel believes the Valar made her special for a special reason that no one knows but the Valar himself." Orophin smiled. "But no matter, she is like every other Maiden we have known."
"I can not wait to meet this Naurrin." Elladan said, as he and his brother rode next to Orophin.
Haldir than held up a hand, stopping the group. He looked around, frowning.
"What is it brother?" Rumil asked, looking around.
A snarl and bushes rustling could be heard from behind and to the left of the group.
Haldir turned to Arwen. "Lady Arwen, there is patrol talan not far from here, quickly ride to it. Go, now!"
Haldir took out his sword, as the rest of the groups did, Arwen riding hard towards the direction of Lorien. A dozen or so Orcs ran from behind and to the left of the group, yelling a battle cry. The group dismounted their horses, which galloped away from the danger, and begin to fight back the Orcs. Though, something happened they did not expect. An archer of the enemy was not to far away, aiming it's bow to the Elves it hated. Picking a target, the archer pulled back the bow and let it go.
The whistling sound was disguised by the many battle cries. None of the Elves noticed it until the arrow found it's target. Rumil turned, swinging his sword downward, across an Orcs chest. When he looked up just in time to see the arrow, it has already pierced his left shoulder deeply, making him cry out in pain.
His older brothers looked up to see their youngest brother take out an arrow, and holding his bleeding shoulder, than another hit the right side of his stomach. Looking up, Rumil saw the enemy's archer ready to place a third arrow on to it's bow, though it was dead before it could even pull it back. Looking up, Rumil saw their own archers firing down to the Orcs, his world spinning quickly. Rumil fell to his knees, dropping his sword.
"Rumil!" Both Haldir and Orophin yelled, making their way towards their fallen brother.
Haldir beheaded an Orc before it could strike down on Rumil, as Orophin checked his wound.
"We must take him to a healer, the arrow could have been poisoned!" Orophin said, looking up to Haldir.
Once the Orcs have all been killed, Haldir and Orophin now stood around, with the other soldiers, watching a trained soldier healer looking over Rumil's wounds.
"He must be taken to Jirah in Lorien. His wounds may be poisoned, and we do not have the proper herbals here."
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–Naurrin–
Naurrin held the front of her cloak tightly close, as she made her way around the market, buying whatever she needed before the brother's got back.
"It looks like a long rainy day today." Salladan said, wrapping a loaf of bread.
"It certainly does. I just hope the group from Imladris and Haldir and his brothers are all right. It seems it will get worse later on." Naurrin said, taking the wrapped loaf from the marketer
"Do not worry, Lady Naurrin, the March Wardens will take care the Lady Evenstar and her brothers."
Naurrin titled her head to the side. "Her brother's are visiting as well?"
Salladan nodded, "yes, they are. Did you not know?" Naurrin shook her head. "Well, you must be careful with those two, Lady Naurrin."
"Why?"
"Because I hear they are the king's of pranking." Salladan said with a smile.
"They cannot be worse than Rumil?" Naurrin asked, shaking her head.
"Oh, but they are." Salladan leaned forward, whispering. "I heard that they once paint colored Estel, the foster child of Lord Elrond, hair a bright pink!"
Naurrin laughed but quickly covered her mouth, eyes wide. She put down her hand, "they did not?" Naurrin asked in disbelief.
Salladan nodded. "Oh, but they did." Salladan straighten, a smile on his face. "Would you like anything else, Lady Naurrin?"
Naurrin looked at the various food. "Yes, I would also like some of those sweet berries and a few green apples."
Salladan nodded and wrapped what she needed. He handed them to her, as she put them into the basket, covering it with a blanket so as to not get wet.
"Have a nice day, Salladan."
"As well as yourself, Lady Naurrin." Salladan called after her, as she made her way back home.
Putting away the things she bought, Naurrin looked about the living area in boredom. Never had all three brothers left her alone at once. Walking over to the book case, Naurrin took out a book and sat on the couch facing the balcony doors, which rain thump against the glass, making it unable to look outside. Though she could not have a peace moment as someone knocked on her door. Sighing, Naurrin stood up, putting the book down on the table and walked over to the door.
Opening it, Naurrin was taken back. "Hithaer? Wh-what are you doing here?" She whispered, blushing lightly.
Hithaer panted, brushing his wet blonde hair away from his eyes. "Rum-Rum-Rumil! He's been shot by an arrow. Possibly poisoned!"
The color in Naurrin's face drained, as she tried to breathe. "They we-were attacked by Orcs?" Hithaer nodded fiercely. "Is here! Take me to him, please!" Naurrin pleaded, grabbing Hithaer's tunic.
Hithaer was taken back, as Naurrin was never this forceful. He pried her shaking hands off of him.
"Lady Naurrin calmed down, Rumil is on his way to the healer Jirah."
"Taking me to him. Please!"
Hithaer nodded and held her hand, as they jogged to the healing rooms.
"Please do not leave me Rumil1 Please do not leave me! Oh, Valar! Please spare his life."
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–Healing rooms–
Haldir paced up and down the hallway, as Orophin sat on the floor, rubbing his face. Arwen stood not to far away with her brothers, as well as the soldier that were with them.
"Haldir! Orophin!"
Haldir stopped pacing and both brothers looked up to see Naurrin jogging with Hithaer leading her, holding her hand.
"Naurrin."
Naurrin let Hithaer's hand go and ran into Haldir's awaiting arms.
"Is he all right? Have you seen him? What happened?" Naurrin cried, her worried voice muffled by Haldir's shoulder.
"Shh, we have not seen him yet, Naurrin." Haldir said lowly, rubbing her back.
"March Warden Haldir?"
Everyone turned to Jirah, the head healer, the door slightly open.
"May I please speak with you in private?"
Haldir looked down to Naurrin, than to Orophin, who walked next to them.
"Go, I'll take care of her."
Haldir nodded, as he let Naurrin go. Orophin hugged Naurrin, soothing her with words.
"I do not want him to go! I have all ready lost those I love, I do not want to lose another."
Orophin closed his eyes tightly, holding back his tears, before reopening them. "Do not worry, Naurrin, Rumil is strong. He will be all right." Orophin said it more to himself, than to her, though Naurrin did not know the difference.
"If he is all right, than why did Jirah wanted to talk to Haldir alone? Something is wrong!"
Orophin was a loss of words, not knowing how to response to that.
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