Silivren Mîr

Chapter 5

By: SilverRose82

Started : 01/23/04 10:51 PM

Finished : 02/26/04 10:15 PM

Edited : 03/18/04 10:30 PM

About a month later I finish this chapter. I'm trying to focus more of Éomer and Lómiel as the last chapter was Legolas and Lómiel but that's not coming around so well. So I'm not going to focus on much except writing whatever comes to mind and possibly rewriting some parts of A Bed of Stars. As I'm not too happy with some of the chapters as I want to be.

Enjoy.

A.N. I have a forum up, not the SoS one I've joined but another one, which focuses on at the moment only Sailor Moon crossovers, what you think about the sections they cross with and such forth. It was going to be a dolling forum for my other hobby but that didn't turn out too well as I was only able to create the thing a week ago. But if you want to join go ahead, it's a community for all writers.

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            Gazing out into the dead landscape that surrounded her, Lómiel sighed as she cast a longing glance over to the stables. Glaring down at her arm she shook her head once again before pulling at the strap around her neck, who would believe that an elf of any kind would break an arm from a fall, from a tree no less. But she contended that years of living with men had made her elven heritage dim into the far reaches of her mind. Because in the plains of the old Alcatas village there had been no trees only rocks and even at a young age she had never shown interest in trying to learn how to climb.

            But when Rhelin had scampered up a tree due to innocent child fright there had been no one but she that could have gotten the child down. Rhelin had struggled the entire way down causing Lómiel to nearly lose her footing many times, the last time she had and instead of allowing her little sister to take any of the fall she had plastered Rhelin to her chest and hoped for the best. A broken arm seemed to be the least of her worries as she hovered over her little sister making sure that nothing had over come the child before allowing anyone to tend to her arm.

            Even then she had been spiteful towards everyone who neared her as she used her own healing powers to help speed up the healing processes for her arm. Yet to satisfy the worries of everyone else, mainly her brothers and sisters, she allowed her arm to be placed in a makeshift sling. Her eyes had danced dangerously in the firelight when the three hunters had approached their camp for the night. Her explanation after Rhelin had been placed under sleeping skins had been she did not want Éowyn worrying over her and because of Rhelin's six year old mind she was not able to process that the elf's arm would be healed within a day or two with proper care and attention.

            Turning to enter the golden hall she cast one more fleeting looking over the plains before pushing past the guards and making her way towards the rooms her brothers and sisters were using.

            "You shall be back with the men soon. The messengers have spotted them not even leagues away." Éowyn spoke as she appeared in the doorway that lead to the king's main chamber. Lómiel glanced over at Éowyn, studying the woman before her, turning she shook her head, her golden blonde hair danced about her as light blue eyes land on the sword in Éowyn's hand.

            "Then who shall watch the last of my kin? I know where your heart lies, I know where you shall go. I know where I shall go and who I shall follow, but what of them? Who of your people would take them in, guard them as their own, and love them, for I shall not return for them. Sauron and Saruman will and shall try all in their powers to kill me, maybe I shall just let them or maybe I shall not give them the satisfaction of being the one to kill the last of the Moriquendi." Lómiel whispered softly as she brushed past the shield maiden, Éowyn watched with a saddened heart at the outlook that the she-elf had gained since entering Edoras. Watching as the last of the elf's shadow left the wall in the hallway she made up her mind to get Legolas to speak with the Moriquendi before the shadows of madness fell to far upon the dark elf. Sighing one last time she shook her head before making her way to the entrance of the golden hall to greet the men back into Edoras after their travels.

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            "Ah, the Lady Lómiel sits alone for once in her life." Éomer laughed as he appeared in the doorway to the inner chamber of the golden hall. Lómiel twisted around to face the rider of Rohan before turning back to gaze at the dark paintings along the wall before her. Éomer took his seat beside the she-elf and stared at the same paintings with less intensity as she was granting them. All were paintings of the last battle, the last alliance, done by an unknown artist.

            "The children are well taken care of they have next to no fear here. I have no reason to watch over them." Lómiel told him as she stood, her eyes glanced over the paintings once more before turning to stare at the horse lord. Éomer smiled trying to get a reaction out of the elf raised by men.

            "My sister is worried about you, she is trying to get the other elf to come and speak with you however he seems reluctant to do so. I offered my services in his stead." Éomer spoke as he walked beside the blonde haired elf, leading her back towards the meeting hall so his sister would see for herself that the she-elf was well. Lómiel followed after him blindly as she again fingered with the fabric strap that pestered her neck and shoulder with every move she made. Glancing up at Éomer she turned back to fiddle with the strap and with a quick yank pulled the menacing piece of cloth from her side, moving her arm slowly she noted with some joy that she once again has full use of her arm. Tossing the cloth to the floor she smiled brightly for once in her life since she had begun her quest to seek assistance for her village and darted off down the hallway leaving Éomer to try and figure out what had just transpired.

            Shaking his head Éomer continued to walk through the stone halls he had once played in as a child with his cousin Théodred, halls that had once rang out with laughter were now haunted with the cries of the dead and lost. Sighing he entered the meeting hall to see Lómiel standing at Éowyn's side comforting his sister as she fretted over the elf beside her. He watched in silence as Legolas moved to claim the she-elf and lead her over to greet two of his companions, the young hobbits which had led the three hunters into the lands of Rohan. Watching as his soldiers and friends rejoiced over their victories, he smiled before grabbing a pint of ale and joined the fray of high spirits and laughter.

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            "Do you fight?" Pippin asked as he stared up at the female elf standing beside Legolas, she stared at him with her ever clear blue eyes and smiled softly.

            "Only if I have to and rarely with a weapon." She told him as she turned her gaze to the crowd around her, scanning the area she was satisfied with the knowledge that her brothers and sisters were not in the meeting hall. Turning her attention back to the sandy haired hobbit she watched as he began to fidget slightly.

            "Are you a wizard then?" he asked with child like curiosity.

            "No, elves are not wizards." She answered with a smile as she grabbed a passing cup of ale and handed it to the hobbit who had emptied his cup earlier. He smiled up at her brightly before taking a swig of ale before turning back to bombard her with questions.

            "Then what? Are you like the Lady Galadriel?" Pippin asked not noticing the dark look that passed through her eyes before she turned to stare at Legolas who looked slightly ill at ease with Pippin's question and returned her gaze with one of his own.

            "In a way, how about we leave it at that." She told him with a tight smile before watching with amusement as the other hobbit, Merry, made his way towards his cousin. His cup of ale carefully guarded as he pushed past the laughing men around him.

            "How long have you known Legolas?" Pippin prodded as Merry joined the group and stared at his cousin with slight annoyance for getting a bigger cup of ale.

            "A few days young hobbit, no more than a week's time." She answered before glaring at the offending arm that had just placed itself around her back without permission. Growling under her breath, Lómiel turned and glared at the man standing beside her, one who reeked of ale.

            "You would do well to remove your arm from around the lady." Legolas spoke as he gazed steadily at the dark haired man who was attempting to steer Lómiel away from the group, though he was having some trouble as Lómiel was less than willing to be trifled with. Her gaze darkened when he tried to grab her arm, with quick grace she had removed herself from his hold and was standing beside Legolas once more staring darkly at the man before them.

            "A lass of high spirits." He laughed joyfully as though he had found something in need of proper breakage, however, his drunken slur made his words blend together and with the passing of another tray of ale he set off forgetting his recent activity.

            "They all become forgetful and foolish with ale." Lómiel murmured to herself in reminder before watching as Aragorn and Gandalf spoke with one another by one of the pillars. Turning back to watch as Merry and Pippin entertained the people of Rohan she made quick haste to place her hair back in a tail before removing herself from Legolas's side and taking leave of the room, Legolas watched her leave before turning to search out Gimli.

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Yavahna, Warrior Goddess : That makes my job worthwhile, that someone is able to relate to my character. I've thought long and hard about who Lómiel is a cross of, and all I shall say is she is a cross of total light and total darkness, which is all I shall say on the matter until the end.

Sunshine Fia : You can still try to get me to pair her up with Legolas or Éomer or Faramir(though I don't really want to break up Éowyn and Faramir). I don't know where this story is going and I'm probably going to end up making it terribly cliché in the end.

Kitoky : I don't know where it's going to go, I'm saying no Legolas and Lómiel but I also said that about Heero and Serena and I'm writing one of those.

Hikari Yume : Why thank you.

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