The Secret Chapter 11: In Memory, a lord of the rings fanfic

~*~A/N: Hi everyone! I am soooo sorry that I haven't written in so long! But I have been taking these big tests this week, and even this chapter I probably shouldn't be writing because I should be studying! Oh well… Anyway, thanks for all of my reviewers and special thanks go to Aranel. And also, thanks to 'Raeowyn' for helping me out! Anyway, the long-awaited chapter!! And PLEASE review! I don't even have 30 yet!! : ( ~*~

Lina left Gandalf's side and walked across the courtyard. She jumped up lightly onto her tree and sat, hidden from the others. Silent tears rolled down her face. Is Gandalf right? she thought. Should I forget my past? She sat quietly, reminiscing. But she could not let go… What had she promised Farin? On the day he passed? She may not have said 'I promise', but she held his words to her heart. "You may live on, but please never forget me." Wasn't she living? And she would never forget him. So she was fulfilling his last wish. This is what I am here for! I am the last living memory of Farin. His parents are deceased and I am all that is left of anyone who ever cared for him. I still love him! Lina suddenly drifted off to sleep, thinking these thoughts.

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"Lina! Where are you?!" Arwen's frantic voice called. "Lina!"

"Arwen, daughter! Do not panic. We will find her," Elrond tried to calm his daughter. But he was shaken up too. He did not know how Lórien Elenya Tindómiel, the Elf-girl he had raised since she was young, could fight off one of the Nazgûl. They are the servants of the Dark Lord, his mightiest slaves. Elrond knew Lina could fight off Orcs with ease, as she fought in a battle once, but Ringwraiths? Now Elrond was frantic, too.

Both father and daughter voices chorused, as they called out the name of the fair Elf. Suddenly, a faint cry was heard.

"Farin!" It was recognised as Lina's voice, in distress, most likely.

Arwen and her father drew their blades, and forced their horses to move at a faster pace towards the sound of the cry.

"Lina," Arwen called.

But only silence resounded through the forest. Soon the pair came upon two crumpled bodies.

"Lina!!" Arwen screamed.

"Hush, my Evenstar. It will do no good to become hysterical." He bent to check her breathing. "She is alive, but only just." He crept next to Farin and sighed. "I am afraid there is nothing I can do for this one. We must hurry back!"

Elrond placed the form of Lina atop Arwen's horse, telling her to go quickly. As her horse galloped off into the night, Elrond placed Farin's body on his own horse, rushing off after his daughter. He soon caught up to her. They did not speak until they reached Rivendell, but a few minutes later.

"Father?"

"We must get them to the Healers' Cottage. There, I will do my best."

Once at the cottage, Elrond lay Farin's and Lina's bodies each on a bed. "Arwen, get me the athelas. I have not any here with me, and it will help to ease her pain. Lina has indeed been pierced by a Morgul blade. This will be hard to heal, but I will do what I must. Hurry!"

While Arwen sprinted away, Elrond began chanting. He was the Head Healer of Rivendell and could cure almost everything. He softly chanted, and applied a cold salve to her wounds, on her arm and her stomach. The blood was flowing anew, but Lina was still unconscious.

"Father! The athelas!" Arwen shoved the herbs into her father's hands.

Crushing them, Elrond put them on Lina's wounds.

"That is the most I can do for now."

"Father! But… but… will she be okay?"

Calming her, he strode to Farin's bedside. Elrond checked the Man's breathing again. He heaved a tired sigh and said, "I cannot do anything. I am sorry." His eyes filled with tears, and he turned away. Elrond was usually not a being of sentiment, and was usually calm and composed. Yet he feared for the life of his niece; the Man was killed by the Morgul servant, yet could Lina survive? Elrond shook himself mentally. He turned back to Arwen.

"Father…"

Elrond walked back to Lina and began chanting again. After about half and hour, he sighed. "Come back, my Lina… Lória… come back."

Arwen took her father's hand. The two walked hand in hand out to the balcony. All they could do now was wait.

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~*~Sorry it was kind of a short chapter. But you will find out more about Lina's past and how she coped with the loss of Farin in the next chapter. This was all I could write for now. Next chapter, you will see when she awakes and everything… BTW --- If you didn't know, things in Italics are dreams or thoughts… Thanks everyone!~*~