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Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize from Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien. If you don't is mine.
Vanim Ar' Tel'Uuvanimo
(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch. 11 Delu Fallanad (Dangerous Healing)
As the time for storytelling arrived, the kwentra settled in, her audience in rapt attention as she continued her story once more.
"Vanim was sitting with her knees close to her chest, her stare vacant against the wall of her new cell. It actually was a nice room, the bed she was sitting on was comfortable and big enough to accommodate three elves of her size without ever touching, the furnishings elegant against the glossy blackness of the walls. It looked like a room fit for a princess, but it was a prison, just the same, as the bars that marred the window could attest.
She thought about what she had just seen. She had seen Lord Feuyaer in plain sight, not hiding under cumbersome clothes or hidden in the shadows. She now understood his reluctance to be seen. Werewolves were not accepted, even though he wasn't actually one. In fact, he reminded her more of a warg, not a wolf. Also, the fact that he had a gentle nature spoke volumes to what he was not. He was indeed an enigma.
Vanim turned towards the iron doors as the sound of it unlocking permeated throughout the room. The door was opened violently, and something was pushed in, doors locking immediately before it could reach the floor. Vanim opened her eyes wide, as she recognized the lump on the floor.
"Lord Feuyaer!"
Vanim hurried to her master's side, kneeling next to him to see if he was still breathing. Releasing her breath as she made sure that he was in fact still alive, she assessed his injuries, her healer training in the front of her mind at all times. Once she made sure there were no broken bones, she tried to revive him.
"Lord Feuyaer, please speak to me!"
Darkness enveloped him. Sweet oblivion where the pain had stopped for a moment, knowing that as soon as he awoke the pain would start all over again. His temporary peace was disturbed by a voice, but instead of retreating, it made him want to go towards it. The voice was sweet, beckoning for him to come back to the light.
"Feuyaer, lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad.*"
Vanim sighed in relief as she noticed his eyes opening slowly. She put her hands on his shoulders as he attempted to sit up. He blinked a couple of times, as if trying to focus, his gaze looking directly into hers.
"Vanim, what are you doing here? Where am I?"
Vanim just looked at her master full of concern while trying to calm him down, their gazes still locked.
"Shh… There will be time for questions later. First, I need to heal your wounds. Just lie down and relax. Close your eyes."
As Lord Feuyaer lied still on the floor with his eyes closed, Vanim put her hands with the palms splayed over his chest. Closing her eyes, she started chanting, but Feuyaer was so weak he could not make out what she was saying.
Suddenly, he felt warmth come into him from his chest, the warmth spreading slowly across his body, leaving him with a feeling of peace and contentment. He then noticed that his injuries did not hurt as much, the worse ones he could still feel them but they were now a dull pain.
Fluttering his eyes open, he looked at his servant, only to encounter a very pale and swerving Vanim. Sitting up immediately to help steady her, he looked at the elf with curiosity.
"Vanim, what did you just do?"
Vanim gave him a faint smile, settling herself on the floor next to him.
"Do not worry, milord. I will be fine with just a little rest."
Frowning, Lord Feuyaer put his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.
"Vanim, I will not repeat myself. What did just happen?"
"I-I just healed you, milord. Lord Elrond taught me well."
Lord Feuyaer narrowed his eyes.
"But Lord Elrond heals mainly by using magic, not the normal healing methods."
Vanim lowered her eyes and nodded. At that moment, the doors of the cell opened once more. Two orcs came into the cell, one pushing a healed but still weak Lord Feuyaer to a corner while the other one took Vanim and forced her out of the cell. Lord Feuyaer knew why she was taken. He had now reason to fear for her life."
The kwentra silenced as the new day announced itself with its first rays of light.
*Feuyaer, hear my voice; come back to the light.
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize from Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien. If you don't is mine.
Vanim Ar' Tel'Uuvanimo
(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch. 11 Delu Fallanad (Dangerous Healing)
As the time for storytelling arrived, the kwentra settled in, her audience in rapt attention as she continued her story once more.
"Vanim was sitting with her knees close to her chest, her stare vacant against the wall of her new cell. It actually was a nice room, the bed she was sitting on was comfortable and big enough to accommodate three elves of her size without ever touching, the furnishings elegant against the glossy blackness of the walls. It looked like a room fit for a princess, but it was a prison, just the same, as the bars that marred the window could attest.
She thought about what she had just seen. She had seen Lord Feuyaer in plain sight, not hiding under cumbersome clothes or hidden in the shadows. She now understood his reluctance to be seen. Werewolves were not accepted, even though he wasn't actually one. In fact, he reminded her more of a warg, not a wolf. Also, the fact that he had a gentle nature spoke volumes to what he was not. He was indeed an enigma.
Vanim turned towards the iron doors as the sound of it unlocking permeated throughout the room. The door was opened violently, and something was pushed in, doors locking immediately before it could reach the floor. Vanim opened her eyes wide, as she recognized the lump on the floor.
"Lord Feuyaer!"
Vanim hurried to her master's side, kneeling next to him to see if he was still breathing. Releasing her breath as she made sure that he was in fact still alive, she assessed his injuries, her healer training in the front of her mind at all times. Once she made sure there were no broken bones, she tried to revive him.
"Lord Feuyaer, please speak to me!"
Darkness enveloped him. Sweet oblivion where the pain had stopped for a moment, knowing that as soon as he awoke the pain would start all over again. His temporary peace was disturbed by a voice, but instead of retreating, it made him want to go towards it. The voice was sweet, beckoning for him to come back to the light.
"Feuyaer, lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad.*"
Vanim sighed in relief as she noticed his eyes opening slowly. She put her hands on his shoulders as he attempted to sit up. He blinked a couple of times, as if trying to focus, his gaze looking directly into hers.
"Vanim, what are you doing here? Where am I?"
Vanim just looked at her master full of concern while trying to calm him down, their gazes still locked.
"Shh… There will be time for questions later. First, I need to heal your wounds. Just lie down and relax. Close your eyes."
As Lord Feuyaer lied still on the floor with his eyes closed, Vanim put her hands with the palms splayed over his chest. Closing her eyes, she started chanting, but Feuyaer was so weak he could not make out what she was saying.
Suddenly, he felt warmth come into him from his chest, the warmth spreading slowly across his body, leaving him with a feeling of peace and contentment. He then noticed that his injuries did not hurt as much, the worse ones he could still feel them but they were now a dull pain.
Fluttering his eyes open, he looked at his servant, only to encounter a very pale and swerving Vanim. Sitting up immediately to help steady her, he looked at the elf with curiosity.
"Vanim, what did you just do?"
Vanim gave him a faint smile, settling herself on the floor next to him.
"Do not worry, milord. I will be fine with just a little rest."
Frowning, Lord Feuyaer put his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.
"Vanim, I will not repeat myself. What did just happen?"
"I-I just healed you, milord. Lord Elrond taught me well."
Lord Feuyaer narrowed his eyes.
"But Lord Elrond heals mainly by using magic, not the normal healing methods."
Vanim lowered her eyes and nodded. At that moment, the doors of the cell opened once more. Two orcs came into the cell, one pushing a healed but still weak Lord Feuyaer to a corner while the other one took Vanim and forced her out of the cell. Lord Feuyaer knew why she was taken. He had now reason to fear for her life."
The kwentra silenced as the new day announced itself with its first rays of light.
*Feuyaer, hear my voice; come back to the light.