Silivren Mîr

Chapter 2

By: SilverRose82

Sunshine Fia : lots of decisions that me will have to make, I never really paid that much attention to Eomer when he was on the screen. I more like the horses and waited for Merry and Pippin to show up.

I have bookmarks for every main character but them. Damn those bookmark makers that gave my school library TTT bookmarks they didn't make any from Merry and Pip.

Hekate : spelling mistakes, you say? I know I've got them, just wish that knew why MSWord didn't fully upload everything. I have no spell checker so sad... It's why I hate MSWord...shhh don't tell it I said that it'll die on me then...... ^_^

DragonGirl : I'll pass those words onto my friend, when I see her next.

Ame : Is very possible that she is, Serena.

Callisto Star : Hmm, never thought of Eomer as a pairing, I shall look up more about him and think about that. It would be an against the norm kinda story wouldn't it, Something I love writting.

..tyne.. : Thank you, I'll update a lot quicker now that schools out for the summer. Unless I get a job then my time will be shortened, again.

Lessa of Ruatha : I did say dark hair, but only when she was angered any other time and the hair was a different shade.

BenRG : I will have to say that no this is not in the 'Bed or Stars' Universe that is a universe all it's own.

Lady Love : the she-elf will be discovered at the end of this chapter.

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            She spun around to face those in the company of Gandalf, her eyes darkened as she stared at the elf that had told her to stop. He watched her, stared at her, his eyes held curiousity in them as he slowly made his way towards the angered Moriquendi before him. He once again pushed her hood away from her face, she stared at him, her eyes burned with years of hate towards him and his people.

            "I aid no one but my people." She whispered, her voice soft enough for only him to hear, shaking her head she turned away, making her way towards the large doors, their golden decorations shimmered in the low afternood sunlight. Her boot covered feet making no noise against the stone floor she walked apon, her elven graces assisting her in that.

            "Your people will die should you not assist us in this cause. You know I speak the truth." He told her, she kept walking towards the doors, pushing the oak doors open she walked through them, her cloak swayed in her wake as it billowed out behind her. Gandalf watched the trade between elves, shaking his head he turned back to the matters that were at hand.

            "Legolas, she has never been one to halt for any reason other than her own." Gandalf spoke quietly as he glanced around the room he and the others were standing within. The air still felt of dark powers, but not evil, Moriquendi were not evil elves, strong in the dark arts but those that had not followed Melkor were still good at heart. Glancing over at Grima his eyes narrowed, slowly, on the sickly white skinned man standing beside Theoden. Grima sunk lower beside Théoden's throne knowing that the wizard would not attack while he was standing close to the king of Rohan.

            She had not left the city of Edoras, walking among it people she had stood along side them as Grima Wormtounge had been banished from Edoras by a healthy and younger looking Théoden-king. Her eyes narrowing as she slipped into the shadows reaching the gates, that allowed those to leave the fortress city. Watching Grima stumble around on the uneven ground she waited for Amarth, the black nightshade stallion gallop past the confused and torn man. Grima stumbled as the black body sped past him, righting himself before continueing his travel away from Edoras and out of Rohan. With a loud whinny the coal coloured stallion skidded to a stop before his mistress, reaching up, she grasp his bridle before leading him back into the city of man.

            "Why do you stay?"

            "I seek help for my people, my village."

            "His armies have been banished, by Wormtounge, he has only enough to protect the people in this city."

            "And what do I tell my people? Do I not go back? I have lived in that village since I was eight summers old. I will not turn my back on my people, my family."

            "Join us, assisting us will help bring about the change your people need."

            "Never. I would soon rather die be in long presents of any elf."

            "Then I ask you not as an elf but as a being of Middle Earth to help protect the people, so they will not befall a fate worst than death."

            The blonde she-elf lowered her gaze, she knew he spoke the truth, that should she not try she would be the cause to her peoples downfall. Amarth, pushed against her back, pushing her towards the elf infront of her. Turning to face her long time companion she gazed into the steady eyes of the pitch black stallion. His almond eyes staring at her, a light breeze past over them, making the she-elf's hair wrap around her cloak. Closing her eyes she listened to the sounds created by the town's people. Taking a deep breath, she nodded silently to herself, she turned to face the elf before her.

            "I shall come, not for anyone but my people." She whispered as she glanced over the male elf's features. He nodded before letting a small smile grace his lips, he watched as the female elf allowed no emotion to cross her face, keeping her hatered towards the elven race from over-powering her understanding that she was needed in this war.

            With those words spoken she leaped onto the broad back of her horse before urging him to head for the stables, leaving the elven prince to his own thoughts. Following after her he could not help but believe that she would have given in so easily. Making his way into the stables he was joyful to find his bow and arrows plus his two bone knives sitting beside the doorframe that lead to the barn. Gazing into the dimly lit room, he could just see Gandalf and the she-elf began to quarrel over some miniscule thing.

            "My heart shall not be to battle Gandalf, but if I cannot get help to my people, I will try to conqure and destroy what kills my life and my family. That village is the world to me, nothing can replace the love I gained while living in the houses of man. There is something good that comes out of all this, understanding men better, knowing how they will react to situations." She told him calmly, her ever blue eyes glanced up at him as she watched Gandalf head towards where Shadowfax was being kept. The snow white meara turned to gaze onto that of his rider, how fitting she thought that the white wizard capture and win the soul of the leader of the mearas.

            Turning back to look at her own nightshade stallion she smiled as he nickered in her direction, shifting her forest green cloak behind her she turned to watch Gandalf and Shadowfax tear out of the stables to hunt for Eomer and his soldiers. Looking in the direction of the door she could just make out the white gold hair of the elven prince. Amarth snorted as he began to paw at the straw covered ground below him.

            "I do not understand this better than you, I grace my services to Middle Earth, but I shall not sit and do nothing. My people are dying." She whispered as she patted down her horse's mane, the black stallion nodded his head in agreement, for he himself was not use to being confined. Laying her head on Amarth's neck she continued to stare into the stall across from her, the brown stallion appeared lonely and upset. "You lost your rider, they should give you freedom, no one could ride you now."

            The stallion nodded his head slowly, peircing her lips she shook her head, men still had a great deal to learn about the hearts of animals. The horse would never allow another to grace his back, his only rider had been killed and it had left the stallion in distress. Turning away she stared at the doorway where Legolas was standing, her sky blue eyes narrowed as she glared at him.

            "What do you need?" she asked as she moved to leave the stall Amarth had been placed in, her hand subconsciously reaching for her short sword. Closing her eyes when she realized what she was doing she crossed her arms across her chest to keep from reaching for her sword or chakram. Legolas stepped farther into the stable before slowly making his way over to where the dark elf was standing.

            "Why did you never try to find other elves?" Legolas asked as he stood before her, he was a good few inches taller than the woman before him. But it did not halt him from fearing the magick that flowed through her blood, dark elves were one of the strongest of the elven race because their power could come off the dark emotions that ran rampant through the world.

            "Other elves, like Galadriel, Elrond, or your father? They banished my people before the terrors of second age became fierce, because they fear. They were the reason that my elven family was murdered before my eyes, and they shall forever be the reason that I would rather kill elves than help them. But you are lucky, you travel in the company of the Stormcrow and for that your elven lineage is place aside. But cross my path after this war is over and your fate would not be as well, lucky." She whispered in his ear as she sliced through the rope that confined Amarth to his stall, grabbing the reins of her horse's bridle she pulled the stallion out of the stable and away from the elven prince.

            "Where are you going?" Legolas cried out as he watched her mount the sleek stallion, she turned the black beast to face the stable enterance, an evil grin spread over her face as she stared coolly in his direction. Legolas could only shutter at her gaze, but he refused to drop her gaze in submission.

            "I am not one to back out on my promises. Théoden-king may have been halted from killing Wormtounge, but there is no one who shall halt me from doing so. I have watched many of my people killed by his order." She told him before spinning Amarth around and kicking the stallion in the sides so he would sprint through the gates of Edoras, following after the crooked trail of Wormtounge. Legolas shook his head as he slowly made his way back to Meduseld, he would have to tell Aragorn of what had just transpired only he would leave out her words of the elves. They were nothing that the ranger needed to know, it would not harm him in the long run.

            "She went where?" Aragorn asked as he started at his elven friend, his eyes widened as he sat down at a nearby table. His eyes were blank as he stared hard at the wooden table top, shaking his head he could not help but growl at this sudden information. "Why could you not stop her?"

            "Aragorn, if she had in her way I would be dead." Legolas told his friend, his blue eyes wide with annoyance that Aragorn would over look the fact that the female elf hated anything and everything that had to do with elves. Gimli watched as the two quarreled as he ate some soup and bread that had been given to him and Aragorn earlier by a young human girl.

            "You are stronger that she is." Aragorn cried out, not liking the way everything was turning out. Gandalf had left to search for Eomer, Théoden was ready to pack his city up and move them to Helm's Deep, and now Legolas told him that the dark elf had left the city to keep a promise of death.

            "That may be, but she is older and knows more in the ways of magick than I shall ever know." Legolas told him as he watched the door open, the she-elf appeared behind four children of men, her face was set in stone, but Legolas could see the grief in her eyes as she gazed straight ahead. Looking at the children before her, he studied their tattered clothes and sadden expressions.

            "What has happened?" Eowyn cried out as she appeared in the room, as she tried to move past the elf in the doorway, she was caught of guard as a thin broad sword was held level with her throat. Aragorn stiffened as he watched what was taking place before him but he knew he would not be able to assist the lady of Rohan, for doing so might send her to her death.

            "Please, please stop." The youngest of the two girls pleaded as she clung to the cloak of the elf, her blue-grey eyes stared up at the elf pleadingly, tears coursing down her face as she watched the silent display of emotions pass over her sister's face. The sword was quickly placed back in its scabbath, and in a swooping motion the little blonde hair girl was wrapped tightly in the arms of her elvish sister. Tears sprang in the eyes of the nine year old as she continued to cry in the elf's arms, the other children were quick to hug their sisters, all silently remembering what had been lost.

            "Rhelin, please stop crying." The female elf whispered as she smoothed down tangled hair, looking into the faces of the remaining Dulduril family line. Closing her eyes she stood up slowly, the small sobbing form of her littlest sister in her arms, shaking her head she glared at the hunters. Eowyn still wishing to do something tried to lead the older children to a table but was stopped by a glare from Legolas and Aragorn. Sighing she slowly made her way towards a near by chair and sat down watching as the two groups stared at one another.

            "They are all dead the entire village was destroyed by the Dunlendings and Wild Men." The oldest boy told her as he glanced up into the rafters trying hard not to cry over the lose that had taken place not even hours ago. She nodded expecting that much when she had noticed the four of them riding hard across the plains, Wormtounge had been since forgotten as she and Amarth had raced towards them.

            "Saddyn, the village was scattered." The other boy pointed out to his brother as he tried to blonde hair from falling into his eyes. Gazing at his dark haired brother he could not help the sob that erupted from his throat. Saddyn reached over and hugged his brother close to him as he glared at the ranger he had recognized from coming to their village months earlier to speak with his sister.

            "What are we to do?" Camma asked as she gazed up for the first time, her bright green eyes studied the group of men before her for a second before she turned to her sister. All four of the children looked towards the elf for answers to questions they knew she did not have.

            "I know naught." Was the soft answer as she bid the three to follow after her, she stopped to gaze at Eowyn, the sheildmaiden gazed back at her steadily. "You wish to help, show me to a room were I can care for them then."

            The words were not as harsh as many would have thought would come from the hardened dark elf, Eowyn nodded as she stood up to lead the small family to a nearby room where a few beds were kept, one half of the room was to be occupied by the hunters but by that time the female elf cared naught if she was in the same room and the wood elf. Her thoughts were directed solely on the four children before her. Tossing her cloat onto a nearby chair she took to comforting the grief stricken children that had witnessed to much at a young age.

            She sat in a chair situated across the room from the now sleeping forms of her brothers and sisters, her blue eyes stared above the bed at the small window. Her eyes gazing at the small amount of stars that she could see, lost in her thoughts she did not hear as another came into the room. Shaking her head she allowed herself to think, think back into the time her real family had been killed. She too had witnessed the mass murder that had taken place to her loved ones, all done by the forces of Sauron himself, for he too feared the powers of the dark elves and had wanted to rid the world of the ones that resisted the calls of evil.

            "I fear that they will become what I have." She whispered without looking up at the figure standing beside her, not knowing what she would be able to tell him. Placing his hand on her shoulder he stared saddly at the children on the bed infront of them each, even in sleep, still showed the terror and grief that they felt.

            "You will be able to prevent that from happening." He told her softly, not wanting to speak any louder in fear of waking the children from their sleep. She shook her head, letting golden hair fall across her shoulders and out of the tale she had tied it in, reaching up she tugged at the leather strip for a second before it loosened enough for her to pull it from her hair.

            "How? I leave with you to war. They cannot go with me and we have no place to turn." She told him, her voice sounded tired, not like the one she had spoken to him with earlier. Her façade was being tossed aside at the fact that her village and family had been killed, all but the four children before her. Like all elves she was connected to each and every one in her village, for she was close to them all, and knew that they were dead.

            "I know naught." He whispered as she lower her head into her hands, her breathing was uneven but no other sounds came from her still form. He stayed behind her chair, custom in times of grief, praying to any that would listen to keep her heart from falling into shadow. After nearly an hour of silence, he could hear her sigh silently to herself clothes reacting as she moved to stand. Turning to gaze at him her eyes were still the hardened steel blue that they always were, her face once again neutral. "What do we call you?"

            "My true name is my own to keep and to give if I so see fit. However, my father, my true father called my Lómiel, for he said I was truly a daughter of twilight, for my hair as bright as the sun would always change to silver in the light of the moon, in the light of the twilight hours." She told him truthfully, her eyes softened as she thought about one of the only memories she had with a man she never truly thought of as her father.

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Voting :

Legolas 3

Eomer 3

Sorry for the long wait, I didn't forget this story, I just have to wait until late a night to write anything. And even then I'm working mostly on finishing A Bed of Stars which is almost done. Just a few more things to write up then I should be done.

Oh, and that sad story I was talking about, well I'm not a sap, angsty type of person and could not get past the leaving part of the story without destroying whatever I was going for.

Review, Thanks, and Goodnight:

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