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Chapter 5Legolas tried to see what it was that had Naurrîn but it was too far away. The horse she had been on galloped over to the elf with its brown eyes large with fear. Legolas stroked her nose and spoke elvish to her as he led her over to the campground.
"Legolas! Where have you been?" asked Aragorn running over to his elven friend with a very annoyed dwarf at his heels.
"I do believe Naurrîn has gone missing. Something has taken her as she went off to search for Zefron. I heard them talking about…" Legolas replied when Eowyn came running over from a newly started fire with a worried look upon her face as she cut in.
"Yes, she said something about going to find Zef. But Naurrîn was taken? By whom?" she asked taking her horses reigns from the elf. "We must go out and find her!"
"There is nothing we can do for her now. What if it was a Nazgûl who took her?" Gimli stated. "As we have witnessed before, the elf can take care of herself. We should not doubt her Aragorn, the lass is almost as strong as any warrior I have ever seen."
"What is wrong Lord Aragorn?" Theoden asked walking over to the group.
"Naurrîn has been taken." Eowyn said looking into her uncle's eyes. "We must go out and search for her…" Legolas cut her off.
"If she is in the hands of the enemy we can not help her milady. We shall wait until first light and if she has not returned by then we will go out and look for her while the rest of you make for Helm's Deep." Eowyn sighed and went back to her own camp as did the others go to their own.
Meanwhile…
Almost right after Naurrîn had gotten over a fairly large hill had she been attacked and taken off of Eowyn's horse.
"Let me go you beast!" Naurrîn cried struggling against the creature's grasp. A small growl was the response to her protest, although it was one of those nice growls not a mean growl. Naurrîn laughed.
"You are a stubborn creature. Where are you taking me?" there was no answer to her question as the two continued to fly off towards Isenguard.
It was around midnight by the time Naurrîn finally arrived to where Zefron lay only because she and her guild got lost on their way there. As soon as she her feet touched the ground, she ran over to the dim outline of Zefron's form.
"Zef? Zef wake up. I am dreadfully sorry I did not come sooner." Naurrîn said kneeling down beside Zefron. She shook his shoulder to see if she could wake him up. Zefron groaned and rolled over while clutching his left shoulder.
"I knew you would not obey my orders." Zefron said so quietly that Naurrîn was surprised that even her elven ears heard it.
"What happened…?" started Naurrîn when she saw Grima Wormtongue's outline. "He is very lucky to be dead because if I had gotten a hold of him he would be…"
"Naurrîn," groaned Zefron knowing that she was going to start ranting about something and leave him dying.
"Terribly sorry Zef. Which herb is it?" Naurrîn asked as Templa nudged the small bag over to her. "Zef? Zef you are not allowed to go to sleep! I do not know what to do! I never paid attention in my healing classes!"
"Why does this not surprise me?" Zefron muttered as he closed his eyes. Naurrîn slapped her hand across his face.
"As I have told you before, you are not allowed to drift off. Now tell me what to do." Naurrîn ordered. Zefron turned his deep blue eyes towards her.
"You are very stubborn Naurrîn and you use this one." He said pointing to a blue plant in Naurrîn's hand. "Just place it upon my wound and I shall do the rest." Naurrîn did as she was told; she placed the strange plant on Zefron's shoulder and then backed away as Zefron began to heal the wound as best as he could.
"Are you alright now Zef?" Naurrîn asked walking over and helping Zefron sit up.
"No, I not skilled in magic enough to heal a wound with poison in it. Help me bandage this up." Zefron replied. Naurrîn ripped the bottom of her cloak and started to bind his shoulder with it.
"Do not even think of doing this yourself Zef." Naurrîn stated as Zefron tried to brush her hand away. "You are much to stubborn for your own good when it comes to accepting help. There we are." Naurrîn finished tying up the cloth and stood up.
"I thank you Naurrîn and you are correct. I am quite stubborn sometimes." Zefron replied taking his staff in his right hand.
"So that is where the light is coming from." Naurrîn said pointing to Zefron's staff where the black ball was glowing slightly, giving off a bit of light. Zefron looked at it, obviously surprised.
"How odd…" Zefron muttered looking his staff over carefully.
"Why did you have to kill him before he reached Isenguard Zef?" Naurrîn asked petting Templa's black, velvet nose as she nodded over towards Grima's body.
"A vision that was to come true." Zefron replied looking towards the horizon where surprisingly, the sun was starting to rise.
"We have been out all night Zef!" Naurrîn stated. "Eowyn is going to be very worried about me." Zefron nodded and hopped up onto his horse's saddle with a single motion and held his hand out to Naurrîn for her to get on. She shot the body one last deadly glare before hopping up onto Templa's back too.
Back at the camp: Day 2…
Eowyn woke up just as the sun was rising. She quickly got dressed in a plain brown dress with a tight blue shirt underneath before she ran out of her tent.
"Uncle! Good morning my lords, Naurrîn has not returned yet has she?" Eowyn asked running over to Theoden who had been talking silently with Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and a few of his soldiers.
"I am afraid not Eowyn." Theoden replied turning to his niece. Eowyn's face fell and she turned around to go and pack up again.
"We should go out and look for Naurrîn." Aragorn said watching everyone get up and start packing.
"As I have said before, the lass will be fine!" Gimli stated leaning on his double-headed axe. Legolas looked at the dwarf with an amused look.
"Although I have no doubt in Naurrîn's strength, I do have doubt with her in the clutches of Saruman or a Nazgûl, Gimli." Legolas said holding his bow to his chest. Suddenly a white mist started to form around the group.
"I do believe that Gimli is right Legolas. I can take care of myself thank you very much and much to your disappointment Aragorn, Zefron is still on our side and we shall be…" stated a double of Naurrîn before she disappeared again.
"What was that?" Hama asked looking at where Naurrîn's double had stood in horror.
"Zefron is a wizard, as I have told you before, and he can do many things with his magic. That trick was one of his many." Aragorn established before going over to help a few villagers pack up.
A few hours away, flying…
"Zef," whined Naurrîn from her spot behind the young wizard. "Are we there yet?" both Zefron and Templa rolled their eyes at the elleth. It was nearly the thousandth time that she had asked that fateful and annoying question.
"No Naurrîn, we shall be there within the hour though." Zefron replied wincing in pain as he tried to move his left arm. He tried to hide it but as usual Naurrîn saw it.
"You are still hurt! I thought you said that you could heal it almost completely!" she stated nearly yelling it.
"I lied," Zefron simply said. Naurrîn cried out in exasperation.
"You never tell me anything! Sometimes I believe that my only friends are Templa and Eowyn!" Naurrîn stated throwing her hands up in the air and nearly falling off of Templa in the process. Zefron gave a small grunt as Naurrîn quickly, and tightly, wrapping her small arms around his middle in order not to plunge to the ground and her death.
"Naurrîn, would you mind letting your grip looser?" Zefron managed to say. "You are depriving me of air."
"Serves you right, wizard." Naurrîn stated letting go a bit. A few seconds went by before she said anything again although both Zefron and Templa wished she hadn't.
"Are we there yet?"
On the way to Helm's Deep, a few hours later…
Aragorn and the others decided not to go after what Naurrîn's double had said to them, much to the distress of Eowyn of course. Although she did manage to keep herself entertained by listening to many of Gimli's stories and what not.
"My, my Gimli. You are quite the tale teller." Gimli blushed a tad at that statement.
"Why thank you lassie," Gimli said before starting on another. Aragorn rode along side Theoden and Legolas was somewhere up ahead.
"Gimli is doing a fine job distracting Eowyn from her worries." Theoden stated watching his niece lead Gimli and a horse along. Aragorn nodded and was about to say something in return when a lot of screams sounded from behind them.
"Nazgúl!" most of the villagers cried as they started running forward. Many soldiers rode over to their king and got their bows ready to shoot. Legolas had also somehow gotten over to them too and was ready for the first sign of the creature.
"Now what type of greeting is this? I thought everyone would be quite happy to see us again!" Naurrîn called as Templa landed and folded her great black wings beside her. Eowyn rushed over to her friend and embraced her.
"I thought you were dead milady!" she said pulling away from the unique elleth in front of her.
"I do not wish to die just yet Eowyn." Naurrîn said with a twinkle in her eye. Theoden motioned for the soldiers to aim their arrows for Templa and Zefron and nearly had them fire too when Aragorn stopped him.
"We still do not know what he was doing in Isenguard." Aragorn said.
"I was doing what I had to do my lords. Otherwise many would have perished at a later date." Zefron replied hopping off of Templa, favoring his left arm and again receiving a deadly glare from Naurrîn.
"How do you know of this?" Theoden demanded as he motioned for his soldiers to get the villagers moving again. Zefron stiffened and shifted uncomfortably from where he was standing.
"I have visions of the future and one of them was of much death that could be prevented by going to Isenguard." He said after a few seconds. Theoden took it as a reasonable answer and did not pester Zefron about his visions or Templa anymore as he continued along the path to Helm's Deep.
"Are you injured Zefron?" Legolas asked as Zefron lead Templa towards them, while holding his left arm close to him. He was about to reply when Naurrîn cut in.
"Yes he is Legolas, and do not give me that look Zefron! I will not have you lie again." Eowyn bit back a laugh as she went back to the group.
"I am fine now Legolas. There is no reason for you to look at it." Zefron stated hopping up onto Templa again and riding off.
"He is getting more and more stubborn with each passing day my friend." Aragorn said watching Zefron and Naurrîn argue about something or other. Legolas nodded and started running up ahead again.
"If you start asking 'are we there yet?' again I swear I will teleport you to Mordor!" yelled Zefron as Naurrîn started saying the evil sentence again. Naurrîn smiled innocently.
"What? I was going to do nothing of the sort." She said. The three started laughing.
"Why do you not sing something for us Naurrîn. I am sure the villagers would love to hear an elves voice in these dark times." Eowyn suggested.
"I do not know…" replied Naurrîn. Zefron elbowed her in the stomach as best as he could as he could with his bad arm, as he jumped down from Templa's back. "Fine but if I do then I am aloud to ask you 'are we there yet?' whenever I please." Zefron rubbed his temples and nodded his hooded head. Naurrîn cleared her throat and took a deep breath.
"I will warn you that I am not the best singer in all of Lothloríen so bare with me."
"Oh get on with it already!" Zefron ordered. Again Naurrîn cleared her throat and took a few deep breaths.
"Merenye na sinte cari i Menel tehta
itie ta yeva koirenya
ar aa' callto cale
farea ten ara hilya
Enny ama ana Menel
Na i more ea lurea
Huye ita elena
Lan Vilverin lau Telumehtar." Zefron joined her for the Westron translations from the song in Quenya.
"I wonder if the stars shine
The life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine
Enough for me to follow
I look up to the Heavens
The night is clouded over
No spark of constellation
No Vela no Orion…"
The site I got the song from is: and it's called Anywhere is. Just to let you know that I didn't make it up. As if! Well here's your update and expect another real soon!