Chapter 8: Sorrow
A/N: Yay I'm back from my retreat! Thanks for waiting so patiently! Okay, I'm sorry for the confusion within this chapter. I had originally planned for Thorontur to get sick, but then I thought 'Wait a sec… Elves don't get sick'. So here's sort of what's going on:
It is the day before the Council. Míriel and Elerina are now very good friends, and they spend almost all their time together. Legolas and Elerina also have become very good friends, and deep inside, Legolas has really started to like her. He has taught her the basics of riding horses, and attempted to teach her how to shoot a bow, which was useless. She couldn't hit the target if it was three feet in front of her. Thorontur went off on alittle journey… trip… thing with two other Elves. He has just returned.
And I forgot to say in the last chapter that, if anyone was wondering, this is NOT a 10th Walker. You shall count to nine, nine is the number of your counting. You shall not count to ten, nor to eleven. Nine is the number of the Fellowship.
I'm really glad you lovely people like my story! Thanks a bunch for the reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Middle-Earth. Tolkein does. DUH.
Elerina and Míriel rushed after the Elf. They entered Thorontur's chambers. He was laying on his bed with Elrond and two other Elves tending to a large wound on his shoulder. Míriel gasped and ran over to him. She placed a hand on his face.
"Thorontur? Melamin? What happened?" Míriel urgently asked. Thorontur coughed and opened his eyes. He smiled weakly.
(A/N: Melamin means something to to the extent of "My love")
"Oh, it's nothing. I'll be alright-" Thorontur again coughed hoarsely and closed his eyes.
"When he was traveling with Lithaldoren and Eruaran, they met up with a band of Orcs," said Elrond. "Eruaran was killed, and Lithaldoren was also injured. An arrow pierced Thorontur's shoulder. If it had been any closer to his heart, he would have died instantly. He is losing large amounts of blood, and the Orc arrow had poison on it. I am very sorry, Míriel, but I don't think he will live."
(A/N: Lithaldoren and Eruaran are just random names and have nothing to do with the story. I also got their names from Arwen-Undomiel DOT com.)
"Don't leave me, Melamin. Hold on. Don't leave me," Míriel said between sobs. Hot tears were running down her face as she held tightly onto Thorontur's hand. Elerina could feel her eyes smarting with tears as she saw Míriel in her sorrow. She walked over and put her hand gently on Míriel's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, but you two Ladies must leave him now. He needs rest before we attempt to draw the poison out," one of the Elves tending him said. Míriel hesitated, then slowly got up. Elerina put an arm around her shoulder as they walked to the door.
"Goodbye, Thorontur. Hold on. I love you," Míriel said. Elerina shut the door behind them and gave Míriel a reassuring smile. "Oh Elerina…" Míriel said. Elerina wrapped her arms around Míriel and held her close. "I am so tired… I think I will go and lie down in my chambers."
"Would you like me to walk with you there?" Elerina asked, trying to be comforting.
"That's very sweet, but there is no need. I will see you at dinner… maybe," Míriel replied. Elerina gave her one more squeeze and Míriel walked down the hallway.
Elerina retraced her steps and went back to the gardens. She sat back down on the bench and began to think. Míriel loved Thorontur so much. It made Elerina sad to think of Míriel wallowing in her sorrow if Thorontur died. Elerina had never loved someone so much. She was scared to think what would happen. If she, Elerina, truly loved someone, and that person died, what would happen? What would that sorrow feel like? Would she feel physical pain? Would she literally feel her heart being torn in two? She shuddered and a tear fell down her face.
She looked up at the willow tree, and walked over to it. She climbed into the forked trunk and rested her head on the branches. She closed her eyes, and fell into a troubled sleep.
(A/N: I hope you like it! Sorry it'sso short… yah… please review!)