Silent Angel

Chapter 4

"Calm yourself Naurrin, please." Orophin whispered, rubbing Naurrin's back.

"Why won't Jirah say any word of his health to us? Why talk to Haldir alone?"

"Lady Naurrin, I am sure Haldir will not let his brother die." Elladan said, giving her a small smile.

Naurrin looked over her shoulder to see those from Imladris all looking over to her. Naurrin let Orophin go to face Arwen and her brothers and curtsy, blushing a bit.

She kept her eyes to the ground as she spoke in a low voice. "My lords, my lady. Forgive me, for I did not know you were all here."

"Do not worry Lady Naurrin. You were only distress over what has happen to Rumil." Elrohir told her, sighing.

The door than opened, Haldir walking out. A look on his face worried all of them, hoping it was not any bad news.

"He has a high fever. One of the arrows were poisoned. Jirah does not know if Rumil will survive through out the night - Naurrin!"

Naurrin ran, not able to believe what she has heard.

"Naurrin!" Orophin called, getting ready to go after her but a voice stopped him.

"Leave her be. She wants to be alone." Everyone turned to see Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. "Naurrin will find her peace, do not worry."

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Naurrin ran through the city in the pouring rain. Running into the many gardens in Lorien, Naurrin fell on her knees and hands next to a bush of white roses. The rain fell harder, thunder roaring above the trees. Naurrin looked up to the roses, all fully bloomed but one. Closing her eyes, the tears slipped through her eyelids, mixing with pure water that fell. She let out a small sob, her hands gripping the grass below her. Naurrin shivered, feeling her dress cling to her body as a second skin.

"My lady?"

Naurrin jerked her head up to see two familiar deep blue eyes underneath a black hood.

"Why are you out in the rain?"

Naurrin stood up, looking down. "I did not know any one was here." She said, putting her arms over her waist.

The Elf pushed off his hood, untying his cloak. He walked up to Naurrin and placed the cloak over her shoulders, starling her. He held the front of the cloak closed with one hand, brushing her hair out of her face with the other.

"It is not every day a beautiful maiden falls upon the floor crying in the middle of a rainy storm." He said softly.

Blushing, Naurrin turned her head downward, her hair falling in front of her face once more.

"I cry, my lord, because a good friend... is-is in the hea-healing room, and his bro-ther informed us he has a high fever..." The Elf took hold of Naurrin's chin firmly and turned her head to him. "He might not live throughout the night!"

The Elf hugged Naurrin, letting her cry on his shoulder. Neither of them noticed the rain nor the pair of eyes watching them from a near by balcony. Celeborn smiled softly, walking away. After a few minutes of crying, Naurrin moved out of the Elf's arms.

"I am sorry my lord. I do not even know your name, and here I am crying my heart on to your shoulder." Naurrin sniffed, wiping her hair out of her face.

"I do not mind, Lady Naurrin."

Naurrin looked up at the Elf in disbelief. "How do you know my name, my lord? I do not remember giving it to you."

The Elf smiled. "No, you did not, but the Lady of Light did."

Naurrin tilted her head. "Why did you want to know my name, my lord, if it is not too bold to ask?"

"I just wanted to know who was the maiden that had the courage to tumble on top of me the other night."

Naurrin blushed in remembrance, the Elf's smile widening.

"Than, may I ask what is your name, my lord?"

"You may call me Zefron, Lady Naurrin."

"Naurrin, Lord Zefron, if you please."

"Than you may call me Zefron."

They both smiled, neither not knowing what to say. Naurrin took the chance to look over his features. He had semi-long brown hair with a medium size chunk of gray on the right side of his head, which was unusual. He was a head taller than Naurrin, and a bit thin than herself. He wore a black tunic and matching breeches, with mid-calf boots. Seeing the smile widening, Naurrin blushed a deep red and looked down, fidgeting with the cloak.

"Let me escort you to your talan, my lady. Out of the rain."

Naurrin nodded, taking Zefron's offered arm. They walked towards the stairs that led up to the halls up in the trees.

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Haldir leaned against the wall of the healing room, arms crossed over his chest, as he watched his youngest brother toss and turn with sweat breaking out. Orophin sat on Rumil's right side, his arms resting on his knees. Arwen was on Rumil's left, putting a cool cloth upon his brow. Elladan and Elrohir were by the balcony doors, looking out.

"You have to fight it, Rumil!" They heard Haldir whispered. "For Naurrin's sake."

"Where is Naurrin? It is late." Elrohir asked, looking over to Haldir.

"I do not know. I am getting worried myself." Haldir sighed and stood up straight.

He walked towards the door.

"Where are you going brother?" Orophin asked, looking over to his brother.

"Go look for Naurrin. I do not want anything happening to her." Haldir walked down the hall, hoping Naurrin would be at the talan.

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Naurrin and Zefron stopped by her door, Naurrin facing the mysterious Elf.

"Thank you, Zefron, for your cloak." Naurrin took off the cloak and handed it back.

"Not a problem. I like to help out a maiden in distress."

Naurrin smiled, looking down, blushing. Zefron raised her head, moving his hand to the side of her cheek.

"Do not look down, Naurrin, when given a compliment."

"Forgive me. I am not used to those giving me such compliments, aside from the March Wardens."

"Than you must get used to my compliments, if we are to be such friends." Naurrin smiled faintly, nodding her head. Zefron lowered his hand to his side. "Do not worry of your friend, Rumil. I am sure he will live."

Naurin merely nodded, "goodnight Zefron."

She entered the talan and closed the door behind her. "Goodnight, Naurrin." Zefron whispered, walking back into the pouring rain.

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Naurrin walked into her room and fell to her knees by her bed, crying. She buried her face into her crossed arms upon the bed.

"Please do not go Rumil! Please do not go!"

Haldir enters the talan and hears a faint crying. Sighing in relief, Haldir walks down the hall to the right and opens Naurrin's door. His heart ached when he saw the form of the young elleth that became his sister at heart. Haldir could see and feel the grief taking over her but Naurrin still had the glow around her. Haldir walked over to her and sat on the bed's edge.

"Naurrin,"

"Why do all those I love, leave me?" She asked, her voice muffled.

Haldir pushed her wet hair from her face and noted that her skin was icily cold.

"How long have you been out in the rain?" Haldir asked, grabbing the bed sheet from the bed and putting it around Naurrin's shoulders. He moved over to the fire place in her room and lit it, the warmth quickly surrounding the room.

"I do not know." Naurrin answered, as Haldir picked her up.

He sat on the floor, setting Naurrin into his lap. Haldir rubbed her arms, as Naurrin merely watched the fire dance.

"Rumil will not die, Naurrin. I will not let him."

Naurrin put her arms around Haldir's neck and cried, Haldir holding her tightly.

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–Healing Room–

Orophin was asleep at his brother's bed side, as Elrohir, Elladan, and Arwen retired to their chambers. A hooded figure entered the room quietly, moving to Rumil's right side. Rumil continued to toss and turn, sweating much more The figure carefully placed a hand over Rumil's feverish forehead, and quietly talked under his breath. Rumil glowed a white light for a few seconds, than stopped tossing and turning as well as sweating. The figure stopped talking and quickly left the room.

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