Silent Angel
Chapter 8
"My lord, are you leaving so soon?" Naurrin jogged up to the Elf, who stopped walking and turned to her.
He smiled down at her. "No, my lady. I had a feeling you would have followed me if I left."
Naurrin blushed, turning her head to the talan. Chuckling lightly, the Elf took Naurrin's chin firmly and turned her head to look at him.
"Will you tell me your name, my lord?"
"I do not know if that would be such a good idea, Lady Naurrin." The Elf teased.
Naurrin's eyes widen, and took a step back. "How do you know my name? Who are you?"
Smiling, the Elf walked forward, taking the mask off Naurrin's eyes.
"I know because I remembered your beautiful eyes, Naurrin."
The young elleth gulped down the fear that has risen but felt safe and secure when he said her name.
"Who are you?" Naurrin whispered, as the Elf caressed her cheek.
Though, he frowned slightly. "Have you been well, Naurrin? It seems as though you have not eaten nor slept in days."
Naurrin looked down, tears forming in her eyes.
"My lady?" The Elf whispered.
"You are not from here, I see."
"And how do you know this?" He asked, making her look up at him once more.
"Because if you knew what has happened fourteen days ago, you would know why I look the way I do now, my lord."
Dropping his hand to the side, the Elf spoke quietly. "If I let you take off my mask, will you tell me what has happened?"
"Yes, I will." Naurrin said without a second thought.
Naurrin reached up to the mask and took hold of it. Lifting it off, Naurrin moved the mask from his face and gasped.
"Zefron!"
Naurrin hugged the wizard, tears falling slightly down her cheeks. Zefron hugged her back, than pulled away.
"Will you now tell me what has happened in my absences?" He asked, wiping her tears.
So Naurrin told Zefron what happened and what Arwen said, though she left out the part about her liking Hithaer. She also told him what Haldir told her. By the end of the story, tears were falling down Naurrin's cheeks, nonstop, her voice breaking. Zefron had an arm around her shoulders, hugging the young elleth closer to him.
"I cannot believe Arwen would say such a thing. It does not sound like the Evenstar."
Naurrin sniffed. "I-I know. B-but sh-e said it, a-and i-it hu-rt so ba-d." Naurrin squeaked the last part, hiccuping.
"I know it hurts, Naurrin, but do not forget what the March Warden Haldir told you. You are his sister, as well as his other brothers. They are your family now, and do not forget such a thing. You have too many people who love you dearly.
Naurrin sat up straight, wiping her tears. "And are you one of them, or are you just saying such a thing?"
Zefron smiled, and took her face in his hands. "I am one of them, Naurrin." He said quietly, looking deeply into her aqua/hazel eyes.
They slowly leaned forward, not taking their eyes off each other. They were inches away from kissing one another, when someone cleared their throat. Both Naurrin and Zefron moved away from each other, blushing. They looked up to see all three March Wardens looking at them, arms crossed over their chest. Both Rumil and Orophin had an amused eyebrow raised, smiling to them. But Haldir glared down at Zefron, his eyes dangerously narrowed at the wizard. Haldir opened his mouth to say something but Zefron stood up.
"I must take my leave, Naurrin. I will see you again soon."
Naurrin nodded and watched Zefron walk away quickly into the darkness. She looked up at the brothers, chuckling nervously.
"Shall we go home than?"
Standing, Naurrin quickly walked in the direction of their talan.
"I do not think so, Naurrin! He - Come back here!" Haldir jogged up to Naurrin to catch up, Rumil and Orophin walking behind.
"I believe our Naurrin is growing up." Rumil mused, Orophin laughing in agreement.
"Indeed she has brother."
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Days pass quickly for everyone, the Orc attack's increasing. Orophin and Haldir have left to the North borders, as Rumil stayed behind with Naurrin, who has been hanging out more and more at the training grounds with a certain Elf wizard. Elrohir and Elladan have been close friends, as Arwen stayed away from her. Naurrin was in the living area of the talan, Rumil helping her with her herbal lessons.
"You must soak the Athelas first, than place it on to the open wound, or you can place it where it hurts the most." Rumil told Naurrin, who nodded. "But if you are to put the Athelas on an open wound, you must soak the leaves first."
Naurrin nodded, looking down at the different other types of plants.
"I think that is enough herbal lessons."
Naurrin sighed in relief and hugged Rumil. "Thank you!"
Rumil laughed, patting her back. "Well, I am going out. So I will see you tomorrow." Rumil stood up, kissing Naurrin's forehead. "Sleep well Naurrin."
As Rumil made his way to the door, Naurrin turned on the chair she was sitting on and smiled.
"Are you courting Merilvor, Rumil?" Naurrin teased.
Rumil turned to her, opening the door. Naurrin saw him blushing, smiling to her.
Naurrin laughed. "She is a nice elleth for you, Rumil. I would have chosen no other for my brother."
"Thank you sister. Now I must be off, goodnight."
"Night." Naurrin yelled after the door closed.
Sighing, Naurrin packed up the herbal plants and put them in their rightfully places in the jar. After that, she went into her room and put the jars away. She picked up her book that was set on the table near her balcony doors, which were open. Naurrin walked out to the balcony and looked up. It was a calm, cloudless night, the way Naurrin liked it. She sat on the bench that was to the left, and sat sideways, so as to have her feet on the bench as will. Naurrin had her back to the trees, as she opened her book from where she left off, and begin reading.
Unknown to her though, an amused Elf smiled to the younger elleth that has become his greatest interest. He can never seemed to be apart from her no matter how much he tried to be away from her.
'But I must try harder. For he cannot find out or he will use her against me.'
The unique elleth sighed, and looked out below to the ground. She smiled as she saw Rumil and Merilvor kissing.
"May you be happy, brother. May you be happy."
The Elf in the trees muttered under their breath, a white dahlia appearing in the middle of the book. Looking down, Naurrin frowned, picking up her favorite flower.
"Are you not happy, Naurrin?" The Elf asked.
Naurrin smiled faintly, looking to the floor. She heard him quietly jump from the trees and onto her balcony.
"In a way, yes." She whispered. "Are you happy Zefron?"
"No, and yes." He whispered behind her, as he sat at the edge of the bench behind Naurrin.
Zefron placed an arm around her waist, letting her lean back to him.
"Yes, because I am here with you." Naurrin smiled, blushing. "And no because of what has happened to me."
Naurrin frowned and turned her head. "Why do you not tell me of your past? You know of mine." She asked quietly.
"I do not want to put you in harms way. If my enemy finds out who you are and what you meant to me," Zefron shook his head, and kissed her temple, mumbling to it. "I do not want to think what will happen to you or those you love."
Naurrin closed her eyes, loving the feeling of his lips upon her flesh. "I promise you nothing will happen, Zefron. I can take care of myself."
Zefron pulled away, Naurrin opening her eyes.
"I know you can. But either way, I still do not want those foul creatures to place a hand upon you."
Naurrin frowned, but before she can ask, screaming from below could be heard. Both Elves looked down to see Orcs running out from the west borders. Naurrin and Zefron stood up, looking down in horror.
"They have found me." Zefron whispered, but Naurrin did not hear.
She ran into her room to retrieve her weapons.
"Naurrin!" Zefron ran after her.
Naurrin was just strapping her brothers sword and Haldir's daggers.
Zefron took her by the arms and made her face him. "Do not go out there. I do not want to see you hurt." He tried desperately to stop her.
"If I do not get revenge on my family, I will never forgive myself." Naurrin stared into his eyes. "Besides, Rumil is down there with others I care. I will not abandon them, as I did two thousand years ago."
The fight below could be heard through the open doors. The two Elves only looked at each other, each pleading the other. Finally, Zefron gave in, knowing how stubborn Naurrin was.
"Fine, but stay close to me."
Both Elves ran out of the talan. Zefron took his daggers out, as Naurrin took her brother's sword out.
"I wont promise anything." Naurrin replied, beheading an Orc.
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Zefron tried to stay as close as he could have to Naurrin but more Orcs came and separated them. Zefron ducked a swing from one of the foul creatures, then thrust his daggers into the black heart the Orc held. Standing quickly, Zefron looked around the mix Elves and Orcs around him, trying to find the only elleth fighting.
"There's the wizard!" An Orc sneered in Black Speech.
Zefron froze in terror, but the Orcs did not go after him, rather to an other Elf. Naurrin tripped an Orc and dug her sword into it's stomach, while kicking another evil creature. Taking her sword out, Naurrin blocked an attack, as Orcs advance on her. Pushing the creature in front of her, Naurrin beheaded him. But pain came to her head, forcing her to drop her sword. Naurrin's world became black, as she fell to the floor unconscious.
"Naurrin!" Rumil yelled in fear, trying to get to her.
Zefron turned at Rumil's voice and saw one of the foul creatures carried a tied Naurrin on it's shoulder. The Orcs fled out of Lorien, following the Orc that held Naurrin. But others stayed behind to lose their trail and distract the Elves. Once they were dead, Rumil fell to his knees, crying.
"Naurrin!" He slammed his fists to the ground.
The twin sons of Elrond cried silently, each placing a hand on Rumil's shoulder, gripping it. Zefron stood where he was, breathing rapidly, as thoughts of what those foul creatures can do to Naurrin.
"Do not go, Zefron. It would be suicide."
Zefron looked to his left and up into the trees to see Lady Galadriel, who looked distress and ready to cry.
"I have failed to keep her safe, my lady. I will not abandon her."
"Even it means you get yourself captured as will and returned to that place?"
"Even that."
With no other words exchange, Zefron ran into the woods of Lorien, in hopes of reaching Naurrin in time.
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