Silivren Mîr
Chapter 6
By:
Swissalo

A.N. SilverRose82 was me, Swissalo is who I am now.

Started : 04/07/04 10:14PM
Finished : 09/01/05 11.16PM

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"Do you ride with us to aide Gondor?" Aragorn asked as he gazed at the blonde she-elf that stood beside him in the night as they watched Mordor for any signs of change. Lómiel smiled softly from under the protection of her hooded black cloak hiding a dress of blood red velvet and golden trim, turning to look at Aragorn her clear blue eyes filled with the violet black smoke of a smoldering fire, swirling around her pupils for what seemed like mere hours before clearing and allowing for crystalline blue eyes to gaze unto the darkened landscape.

"I ride to aide the people, this battle is not my own it is your battle to fight and to win. I shall not step foot onto blood soaked soil, for I fear what my divided being will do in a battle of opposite feelings." Aragorn stared at her silently trying to digest her words as she turned to leave him to his peace. Lowering her hood she gazed out towards Mordor once more, her hand pointed towards where they eye of Sauron should have been located. "You have no fight with him, that is for Frodo, Sam and Gollum, yet you will see that infernal eye and you shall draw. Yet Hope does not fail when the evening star refuses to wane."

Aragorn shook his head before turning to stare back out at the landscape that surrounded Edoras, his grey eyes watching for any movement, any break in the calm that had comforted the city if only for that night. Lómiel knew more that she would let on, yet held strongly to the beliefs that could end her life. The she-elf was a horrible walking contradiction, having grown up with the knowledge of being shunned by the other elves had made her grow bitter and hate them almost as much as she believed they held for her race. However much she spoke of not trusting Legolas, she did welcome his comfort when he offered it, the she-elf was beginning to except that at least one elf did not fall to the rumors that had caused her and her people to leave their homelands in search of a land without the unseeded dislike. Elves prided themselves to be above the rumors and racisms of man, but they too fell into the cavern. Watching silently as she left him to his thoughts, Aragorn smiled as he welcomed the silence that the night brought, even if it was an un-natural silence. Knowing that within days Rohan would be at war, he could only hope that it would end well for all of them.

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Lómiel pushed her way through the crowd of soldiers as she followed after the elusive Legolas, night was beginning to fall and she was going to be seeing Saddyn off to war in less than the moon's cycle, she knew that it would be impossible to keep him from this battle. She was lucky that he had not been taken into battle at Helm's Deep, though many of the other women had glared enviously at her for being able to keep her family together when they were having to give up their sons to fight. Following the male elf as he had her not even days before, she turned to glance down the ravine where hundreds of warriors waited for the horn of battle to sound. Studying the flickering fires, Lómiel lowered herself to the ground, it would be of no use to follow Legolas, there was another elf in the makeshift base, an elf she only remembered vaguely but remembered enough to know that he had been one of the last elves to speak with her father.

Watching silently as the moon rose higher into the night's sky, she tried to locate the stars that were slowly being choked out in the darkness that Sauron sent out to aid his orcs. Listening to the sounds that the camp made, she was lulled into a state of serenity, knowing that with a soft whistle she Amarth would be at her side she allowed herself some needed rest. Turning to watch as black elven made boots entered her sight she nodded slightly as the male elf settled down beside her, without looking at him Lómiel reached into the black star speckled pouch that had once been her mother's before the massacure, she never questioned the enchantments on the tiny bag, she was only happy that it was still in her possession. Pulling a silver crescent moon out by its chain she watched as it glittered in the moonlight, seeming to glow with its own light when no other light hit the seemingly plain metal.

"I still remember my mother pushing this into my hands before she died, I know what my quest is in this, I have to battle the shadow but this should help light your way. I will demand that this is given back to me should I still have my mind, if not it is for your possession or to be given to Camma or Rhelin. I will not deny that your persistance has brought about some sort of change in my perception, I know now at least that not all elves still fear the lore of the Moriquendi. I feel that tonight our paths shall part for ill or for good I know naught, I do promise though that even if you are not in the presents of the Stormcrow I shall not kill you, at least unless you give me reason." Lómiel whispered as she turned to face Legolas, smiling slightly at his baffled look she shook her head before turning back to look out over the encampment, turning back to him she placed the silver crescent in his hand. "To some it is something of feelings, but the customs I took up it is something of a good luck charm. Some hand out flowers to their warriors as they leave for battle other's trinkets for luck."

Standing up she nodded slightly as she left his side, she had more to do in this night, more that just speaking with the elf prince that had been haunting her since she had agreed to follow the Stormcrow and help with the war in any way she could. But it did not mean that she knew what was happening to her, or what horror she knew was to come within the next hours.

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"For all that it is and all that I do, it is never enough." Lómiel whispered as she watched Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn ride off into the mountain pass to the dwelling of the dead. Turning around she moved to find Saddyn, he would be leaving with the coming of the sun and that was only hours away. Moving through the camp she slowly made her way to her and her brother's tent. Warrior though she was, she knew better than to even attempt to enter a battle where the Nine Kings would be, the darkness they whispered was the sweetest present to an elf's dark desires. As the last of her race falling to a Nazgul level of darkness would be insulting to her parent's memory.

"He's taking you from us." Saddyn stated as he walked up to his sister. Lómiel smiled slightly as she moved past the near man, Legolas was the first elf she had met in many years that was trying to look past the information he had been told all his life. She respected him for that, it was hard o change years of teaching and parental advice. "You're the matriarch of our family and the village, he's taking you from us."

"Legolas does not take me from you. War takes everyone from eachother. I do not want you to go to war any more than I myself want to enter the elven dwellings. Be it known that I could have left Alcatas at any time, I stayed because I wanted to and because I cared. Do not try to force your hand onto me. I shall not work. Now is a time for sleep, you ride into war tomorrow." Lómiel scolded as she glanced at her brother, what number he was she dare not try to think about it would bring her nothing but sadness. Gazing into the green eyes of Saddyn, Lómiel shook her head before pushing the man-child on his way. It would do him no good to fall asleep while riding into war.

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"Your hair." Legolas whispered as he fingered the now snowy white locks, that had once been golden. He could feel Lómiel's once palpable emotions shine with uncertainty she seemed almost weary about being in his presence. It was now, even when she had spoken to him only days ago she had been in control and guarded now she seemed almost meek. Searching her face, he noted that she refused to look at him, something that before the war she never had a problem with. Placing his fingers under her chin he lifted her face, gazing into her eyes he noted that they were no longer the blue known within the elven race but a plum colour which sparkled with uneasiness.

"My mother was of the Moon elves or so my memory serves me. If not she was one of the Twilight elves or a Snow Elf." Lómiel spoke softly, as she absentmindedly played with the hem of her forest green, silver trimmed dress sleeve. Gazing past Legolas she glanced out at the Pelennor Fields of Gondor, they were blacked with bodies that had yet to be burned within their funeral pyre it would be massive, saddening. Turning back to the elven prince she smiled slightly at his confused look, he gazed down at her with a respect she knew was not deserving of her. "I was only half mor mostly galad, my mother's powers preserved even over my father's which were extreme. My sides battled and my mother's prevailed, though my features have taken on my mother's, just slightly darker than hers."

"There was much we did not know." Legolas whispered as he brushed back the stray strands of silver that had blown around her neck. Lifting his arms up around his neck he unclasped the necklace that she had given him before they had parted ways, she moved her hair to her side and allowed him to place the chain back around her neck, where it truly belonged. Pulling her hair through the chain, Legolas smiled slightly as he gazed into the plum coloured eyes that had once spit fire at him just for breathing.


A.N. Alright so it was a year and a few months since I last wrote a chapter for this story. Not for lack of trying, I just had no clue as to which was it was to go. But I'm back in college again, my third semester, not so easy but not hard either. I have three hours in which nothing happens unless I sit and eat lunch with some people. Then I only have one hour to write.

Swissalo.