Chapter 3
Naurrîn was frozen with fear at the sound of Sauron's evil voice. It sent a chill up her spine and she was pretty sure that it did the same for Pippin.
"Help, Gandalf!" Merry called as both his cousin and Naurrîn fell to the floor. Gandalf quickly awoke and Aragorn and Legolas burst through the door with Zefron right behind them. Aragorn managed to grab the plantir out of their hands but dropped it and let it roll along the ground until Gandalf threw a blanket over it.
"Fool of a Took!" he stated, turning around only to see that both Pippin and Naurrîn were on the floor, not moving. Both wizards quickly ran over to them, Gandalf pushing Merry out of the way to get to Pippin.
"Naurrîn?" Zefron whispered, taking Naurrîn's hand in his own and trying to revive her without using magic on her as Gandalf had to do to Pippin.
"What happened here?" Haldir demanded, walking into the room with his brothers following. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Zefron looming over Naurrîn's unmoving form, with her crimson coloured dress flowing around her. Rumil and Orophin tried to stop Haldir from going over to her, but he managed to get out of their grasp and pushed Zefron away from his adopted sister, just before we was about to heal her too.
"Haldir, I must heal her." Zefron stated, looking straight into Haldir's cold blue eyes with his own deep blue eyes that still held flakes of violet in them.
"What happened to her." Haldir demanded.
"Go over and ask Merry, he saw the whole thing." The gray wizard mumbled, grabbing his staff and placing his right hand over Naurrîn's forehead. "Nesto." (Heal)
Naurrîn glowed white for a few seconds before it disappeared and she opened up her unique eyes that held so much fear and pain.
"Naurrîn!" Haldir pushed Zefron out of the way again and pulled Naurrîn into an embrace. "Thank the Valar you are alright, what happened?"
"He talked to me, my family, my brother, he made me relive my brother's death!" Naurrîn sobbed into the March Warden's shoulder as Rumil and Orophin came over too. Zefron sat back against a nearby wall and looked at Naurrîn with saddened eyes. "I saw…"
"A tree?" Pippin asked, looking over at the crying elleth. "I white tree in the middle of a courtyard that was dead?"
"Y-yes, I did. He told me of, of –" Naurrîn looked over at Zefron and broke off.
"What did he tell you of, Naurrîn?" Gandalf questioned.
"I cannot tell you with everyone else around." Naurrîn whispered, glancing at Zefron again.
"What did you tell him of Frodo and the Ring?" Gandalf demanded.
"N-nothing, Gandalf, milord. I would not answer him." Gandalf sighed in relief. "But he did tell me of someone's death that is going to happen, a very special someone."
Zefron looked at her in horror, he knew of whom she was talking about.
"We must take this up with the king, come with us Naurrîn, Pippin." Aragorn said, helping the little hobbit up.
"May I get changed first?" Naurrîn asked, wiping her tears away. Aragorn nodded. Naurrîn got up with the help of Haldir and grabbed her small travel bag from beside her little bed; she then went to see if there was a spare room where she could actually change in privacy.
Throne Room…"There was no lie, in Pippin's eye, a fool, but an honest fool." Gandalf stated in front of everyone present, which was only a select few.
Naurrîn had changed into a simple forest green dress that Eowyn let her borrow and was sitting quietly on a nearby bench with her gaze kept on the ground, like she always had when she was younger and very shy.
"What about you, Naurrîn, what did you tell him?" Theoden asked, looking sternly at the unique elleth.
Naurrîn's eyes filled with tears of both sadness and rage as she looked up at the king of Rohan.
"I told him nothing, why can you not believe this? He made me relive the brutal death of my older brother, do you think that is not punishment enough for trying to stop Pippin!" Naurrîn shouted, tears running down her tanned cheeks as she stood up and probably would have lunged at him if Legolas and Rumil had not grabbed a hold of her and held her back.
She yelled several unprintable swear words in elvish before the two elves had lead her out of the room, followed by one final scream of frustration. Aragorn and Zefron exchanged wide-eyed glances before turning back to the king of Rohan.
"You knew she was telling the truth, Theoden." Zefron said quietly, slowly turning his shadowed face to him.
"I was only making sure…" Theoden tried to reply, but Zefron interrupted him.
"Do you think she would have been lying about her brother? She had to watch him be slain twice now! Do you not…!" Zefron yelled, getting held back by Orophin and Aragorn.
"Nin leithio!" (Release me) Zefron called, struggling to get out of their grasp.
"Avo faro a phrestad, Zefron." (Don't look for trouble) Aragorn said quietly.
Zefron closed his now red eyes and took a few deep breaths before shrugging both hands off him and walking out the doors.
Naurrîn pushed both Legolas and Rumil off and sat down at the edge of the stone. "Ego o chened nîn." (Be gone from my sight) Naurrîn muttered, tears still falling down her cheeks.
"Naurrîn…" Rumil started to say.
"Si!" (Now) Naurrîn yelled. The two elves exchanged sad looks and walked back into the throne room, only to meet Zefron half way out the door.
"Talk to her, maybe you can talk some sense into her." Legolas said.
Zefron glared at his retreating back as Legolas walked back through the doorway.
"Why can they not understand that I am telling the truth." Naurrîn whispered, looking towards the sky through her tears.
Zefron sat down beside his best friend and put his right arm around her in a friendly gesture.
"He was just making sure, he does not trust us." Zefron replied.
"Even after you risked your life to save the people in Helm's Deep?" Naurrîn asked, staring straight ahead with her aqua/hazel eyes narrowed.
"Naurrîn," Pippin asked, walking up behind the two elves. They both turned around and faced the foolish hobbit.
"Yes, Pippin, what do you wish from me?" Naurrîn asked.
"I want to know if you would be able to come with me and Gandalf to Minas Tirith." The small hobbit asked.
Naurrîn smiled. "I am not sure…"
"I'm sorry for getting you into this mess, I just would like to have some company that actually talks."
"You should go Naurrîn, it would be safer for you to be there anyway." Zefron said.
"Are you just saying that because you saw something and need me to go into danger in order to save more lives?" Naurrîn asked with a bored expression on her face. Zefron looked sheepish and quickly got up.
"Fine, tell Gandalf that I am coming as well, I just need to pack a few things before we leave." Naurrîn said to the hobbit, which quickly went back inside to tell the white wizard of the good news. The elleth turned back to the gray wizard beside her. "Tell me what you saw."
Zefron stood up and helped Naurrîn up too. "All you need to know, is that Minas Tirith will be attacked, just as you saw, get the women and children to the higher levels before it is too late."
While they were talking, they were also walking quickly towards Naurrîn's room to gather her things. "What about a horse?" Naurrîn questioned, slipping behind a changing screen to dress into more suitable clothes for the journey.
"Zef is letting you borrow theirs." Zefron replied.
Naurrîn came out from behind the screen, dressed into a pair of green breeches and a black tunic, and her long hair back in a messy braid. "Is it a flying horse, like Templa?" she questioned, raising a delicate eyebrow while she packed the dress she had worn a few minutes previous in her bag.
"His name is Súdál, he is a gray stallion and quite tame… he just loves to go flying and running very fast."
Naurrîn laughed nervously. "I guess a spirited horse is better than an old, broken down one."
"Come, Gandalf is probably waiting with Pippin in the stables for you." Zefron said, walking out of the room with Naurrîn following quickly.
"Naurrîn, where do you think you are going?" Haldir asked, meeting the two elves at the top of the stairs.
Naurrîn looked slightly guilty. "I am going with Gandalf the White and Pippin the Daft, Haldir, to the realm of Gondor." The ellon was about to object when Naurrîn held up a hand to silence him. "Nothing you can do will stop me, Haldir. I need to protect the hobbit, and try and get my mind off a few memories."
Haldir sighed in defeat as he pulled Naurrîn into a brotherly hug. Rumil and Orophin came over too, and also joined the embrace.
"Do not get into to much trouble muinthel-nîn." (my sister) Rumil said, ruffling Naurrîn's hair.
"Oh do not worry, Rumil, I will do my best to." Naurrîn replied with a sad smile upon her tanned face.
She looked down the hill and saw Merry walking briskly towards the stables with Pippin not far behind.
"I should go now, Gandalf is probably waiting for me. Navaer." (Farewell) Naurrîn stated, giving her brothers at heart a final hug before walking down the steps, with Zefron leading the way.
"Look at the bright side, Haldir," Rumil said, putting a hand on his oldest brother's shoulder, "at least she is not going to be anywhere near Zefron."
Haldir didn't say anything as he watched the two young elves walk until they disappeared into the stables.
"Where is Templa?" Naurrîn asked, seeing the black mare's stall unoccupied.
"She gets a little territorial over me whenever I go near any other horse with the same powers as her, so I let her explore Edoras for now." Zefron replied, stopping in front of a stall near Shadowfax's.
"Ah, so this is Súdál?" Naurrîn asked quietly, stoking the gray stallion's velvet nose.
"You do not need a saddle, do you?" Zefron asked.
Naurrîn shook her head. "I will just hold on tight to my bag."
Gandalf walked over to the two elves. "Are you ready, Naurrîn?"
The elleth nodded and put a bridal onto the horse. She was about to leap onto him, when Zefron stopped her.
"Here, for luck." He said, holding out the dragon shaped brooch.
Naurrîn smiled slightly and pulled her best friend into a hug, being careful not to touch his left arm, as it was still in a sling and wounded. She released him and put on her dark green traveling cloak, putting the brooch on too.
"Do not worry about me, I will go about my business there and return back when I am needed, alive too."
"Ride Shadowfax, show us the meaning of haste." Gandalf said before spurring the horse into a gallop out of the stable.
Naurrîn lead Súdál out of the stable and leapt onto him, taking one last look at her brothers up at the top of the steps, she began to whisper to the gray stallion. "Noro lim, Súdál, noro lim."
The large stallion snorted and nodded his head in response before galloping after Shadowfax, towards Minis Tirith and possibly, to her doom.
"No syl lîn bain, mellon-nîn." (May your winds be fair, my friend) Zefron whispered, watching his best friend's form slowly get farther and farther away.
Legolas's Girl 9: Yes, Haldir just has to live, evil Jaskson killed him before! Ahem... Super sorry for the long wait! review! DarkAngelPearl
DarkAngelPearl: Okay... so I didn't update asap, but I did my best! Yes, i was going to have Zefra get drunk, but Naurrîn was just so much funnier! And as for the dream/vision, Naurrîn will have to remember it first, she suffers from a case of short term memory loss. lol. review!
I'm not sure when the next update will be, but i will try my best to get it to you peoples! Tootles!