Farothwen saw nothing but darkness, dim firelight flickering. The laughter of orcs echoed around her. The stench of death was heavy in the air. The pain from her injuries was intensified, burning into every part of her body. She did not hope, she could not fight. She had given up. Gradually, the darkness started to lighten. A light appeared so intense she was blinded. The soft sounds of Elven song could be heard. The fetid smell was slowly disappearing. She could hear a soft female voice speaking to her...
Tolo dan nan galad...
In the intense light she could see an Elven maiden, bright as a star, dark haired, the perfect example of beauty. She placed a hand on her head and gently moved her hand across her brow down to her cheek. The pain from the cut on her head stopped. The maiden stepped away from her.
No, where are you going, don't leave me...
The maiden was replaced by another Elf, who looked identical to her, also bright as a star, like they were kin. His very form exuded strength and beauty. He was solid and sturdy, like a warrior. His voice was strong but soft and full of love.
Farothwen, lasto beth nin...
He took her hand in his and gently kissed it. The pain from her burn was starting to lose its intensity. Farothwen stared on in amazement as he started to walk away.
No, don't go...
A third Elf, obviously the brother or maybe twin of the last, approached her. She was standing on unsteady feet, her strength and stamina sapped. This Elf also spoke softly, but he seemed more delicate and sensitive than the last. His form was gentler, like he was a healer rather than a warrior. He approached her, took her in his arms, and gently lifted her off her feet. The lacerations across her back were lessened, her world growing lighter with every step they took, until it was full of light and beauty. There was nothing threatening, and Farothwen could feel the presence of Elves with her, and she felt safe. The Elf's voice spoke softly.
Telin le thaed...
There was a large bed up ahead. The Elf gently placed Farothwen on the bed, onto her side.
You won't leave me, will you...
I must, but there is another to protect you...
She looked up to see another Elf standing beside her bed. He was no less fair than the Elves before him, but he looked a lot wiser than they, like he was older. He also looked alike to them, like their father or other elder.
Do not fear, you are safe here with me...
Unseen to him, an orc was creeping up behind him, his weapon raised. He brought it down upon the Elf's head, and he immediately fell to the ground. The orc was splattered with red blood. Farothwen was powerless to get away. The orc raised his sword above his head and Farothwen screamed.
Tolo dan nan galad...
In the intense light she could see an Elven maiden, bright as a star, dark haired, the perfect example of beauty. She placed a hand on her head and gently moved her hand across her brow down to her cheek. The pain from the cut on her head stopped. The maiden stepped away from her.
No, where are you going, don't leave me...
The maiden was replaced by another Elf, who looked identical to her, also bright as a star, like they were kin. His very form exuded strength and beauty. He was solid and sturdy, like a warrior. His voice was strong but soft and full of love.
Farothwen, lasto beth nin...
He took her hand in his and gently kissed it. The pain from her burn was starting to lose its intensity. Farothwen stared on in amazement as he started to walk away.
No, don't go...
A third Elf, obviously the brother or maybe twin of the last, approached her. She was standing on unsteady feet, her strength and stamina sapped. This Elf also spoke softly, but he seemed more delicate and sensitive than the last. His form was gentler, like he was a healer rather than a warrior. He approached her, took her in his arms, and gently lifted her off her feet. The lacerations across her back were lessened, her world growing lighter with every step they took, until it was full of light and beauty. There was nothing threatening, and Farothwen could feel the presence of Elves with her, and she felt safe. The Elf's voice spoke softly.
Telin le thaed...
There was a large bed up ahead. The Elf gently placed Farothwen on the bed, onto her side.
You won't leave me, will you...
I must, but there is another to protect you...
She looked up to see another Elf standing beside her bed. He was no less fair than the Elves before him, but he looked a lot wiser than they, like he was older. He also looked alike to them, like their father or other elder.
Do not fear, you are safe here with me...
Unseen to him, an orc was creeping up behind him, his weapon raised. He brought it down upon the Elf's head, and he immediately fell to the ground. The orc was splattered with red blood. Farothwen was powerless to get away. The orc raised his sword above his head and Farothwen screamed.