Bold Dreams
Bold/Italics Galadriel talking telepathy
Italics thoughts
(words) Elvish
A Whole New World
Chapter 6
–Elrohir's POV–
I smiled, as I felt my wife kissed me. "That was a nice kiss I have ever received." I mumbled, my wife chuckling.
I opened my eyes and quickly lost my smile. I looked over my wife, and oh Valar, it pained me to se her as so.
"(What has happened, my love?)" I asked worriedly as I painfully sat up, Magdalena helping me.
"You were injured while fighting those... things. I thought I lost you. I almost did lose you!"
My wife cried, burying her face into my neck as she hugged me.
I hugged her closely to me. "I am here, (my love). I am not going nowhere." I smiled faintly in greetings to my father and father-in-law as they entered.
My twin made his way to my wife. "Come Magdalena, you must res. Or at least eat something."
Hearing these words, I finally realized that Magdalena has indeed lost much weight.
"But-"
"Magdalena, go. Please, for me at least."
I pleaded, but I did not care if I sounded pathetic. I was too worried for my wife. She nodded and gave me a final kiss before Elladan led her away. Once the door closed, I looked to my father and Thranduil for an explanation, which they gave me, while my father tended to my wounds.
"How could I have been foolish to get myself distracted."
"It was not your fault, Elrohir. Do not blame yourself."
My father told me. But I shook my head as I thought back to my wife and her condition.
"But it was my fault of how my wife became as she is now."
My father and Thranduil looked at each other, my guess not knowing what to say.
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—Magdalena's POV–
Elladan made me eat some bred with butter as I didn't want to eat anything else. He told me to rest, but I just couldn't, I wanted to see Elrohir, and tell him how much I love him. Though, I now I felt the full impact from lack of sleep and food. I felt weak, and tired, so I weakly towards the bed but I fell to my knees. I was too weak to get back up, so I laid down and fell asleep on the floor. But my dreams were anything but pleasant.
I felt myself being pulled away from Rivendell and towards who knows where. I felt the wind in my face, as the scenery rush by me quickly. Next thing I knew I hit something hard and black out.
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–Thranduil's POV–
Elladan just informed me that Faerdhinen has eaten only bred with butter. I walked to her room in hopes of convincing her to eat more, Elladan holding a plate of food.
"Do you really believe Magdalena will eat all of this?" Elladan asked me, as I knocked on my daughter's door.
"I do hope so." I answered truthfully.
I opened the door as my daughter did not answer.
"Faerdhinen?"
I walked in, looking around. My eyes widen when I saw her on the floor, the glow about her dull. I ran to her, gathering my daughter in my arms.
"Faerdhinen? Faerdhinen?"
I heard Elladan quickly put the plate on the table and kneeled next to me. He looked her over, touching her cheek and stomach.
"She is breathing but I do not believe she will last long. But something is wrong, very wrong. I must get my father!"
Elladan stood and quickly ran out the door, shouting after the older twin.
"Hurry! But do not tell your brother!"
I placed a hand on Faerdhinen's cheek, looking down. My tears fell onto her pale face, as I cried softly.
"Valar, hear my prayer. Do not take my daughter, she is young and has much to live for. If you must take someone, take me." I whispered, more tears falling on to Faerdhinen's face.
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–Elladan–
'She must live! Oh, Valar, please let Magdalena live! If you must take someone, take me in her place.'
I silently prayed, as I entered my brother's room. I panted, looking at my father.
"I must speak with you privately, father."
My father nodded and we walked out into the hall, closing the door behind us. I whispered to him, hoping my younger twin does not hear.
"Magdalena! Lord Thranduil and I found her on the floor. She is breathing, but she will not last. And something else is amiss."
My father's eyes widen, and grabbed my arms. "Stay with your brother. Do not tell him a thing about this!"
"Hurry!" I told him, as he ran towards Magdalena's room.
I looked at the closed door of the healing room, praying to the Valar he will spare Magdalena's life. I walked in, Elrohir looking up at me.
"Where is father?" He asked.
I was about to answer, when my brother leaned forward, a hand to his chest.
"Brother?" I asked worriedly, rushing to his side.
"Magdalena."
I heard him whisper.
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–Normal POV–
Magdalena opened her eyes and saw herself walking through a forest, Mirkwood's forest, she noticed.
'But I was in Rivendell, wasn't I?'
Magdalena thought, as the dark forest became even darker. She than felt herself stop, and speak out a language she knew all to well.
"Bai do na loupa ni so?" (Did you do what I have asked?)
A figure that moved snake-like upon the floor could be seen hiding in the shadows.
"Yesss. Buts Is did not kills that wretched boy for hiss brother and the protecter were there."
Magdalena felt herself growl, anger serging through her veins.
"Mata kin sa lo!"
Thunder could be heard above, as lighting struck near the creature. Magdalena saw how hideous the thing actually was. It had the body of a bull; black and fiery, though it was on it's stomach. It's head was taht of a dog, but i's nose was a pig's snout, and it's eyes blank of color and pupil. The lighting disappeared nothing but darkness once more.
"No de ceam lpha din alod trona." (I knew you are here, but you will not remember a thing.)
A faint voice suddenly echoed at the back of Magdalena's mind.
"(Come back. Do not give in to death nor darkness. Come back. You do not belong in her body but your own. Follow my voice, and bring your spirit back to your body.)
Magdalena felt herself being pulled, the forest getting smaller and smaller.
"Nino apa boc la rano mlap suaku!" (That which you are not to see, let it be erase from your memory.)
The voice faded to the background, Magdalena feeling a great power surrounding her before blacking out.
§--
Magdalena snapped her eyes open, gasping for air. Elrond took his hand away from her forehead, opening her eyes. Magdalena looked around confused, then to Thranduil, who was holding her, then to Elrond.
"What happened to me?" She whispered in fear.
"You were too weak to keep on living and collapse. Likely I came in time, or your spirit would have returned to Dinenwen's body. Or lost in this world." Elrond explained, picking up a cloth.
Magdalena shivered visibly in fear. Elrond dunk the cloth into a bowl of water, scrunched out the extra, placing it on Magdalena's forehead. Magdalena took a deep breath, her heart calming down.
"How is Elrohir doing?" She asked weakly, as Thranduil stood and walked over to the bed.
"He is doing fine. He will be out of bed in two to three days, but his wounds should heal in two days."
Magdalena sighed in relief, as she was set on to the bed.
"Sleep Magdalena. You must rebuild your strength."
Magdalena nodded, closing her eyes.
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–Elladan and Elrohir–
"Are you sure you are all right brother?" Elladan asked worriedly.
Elrohir sighed in relief, the pain leaving his body. "Yes, I am no." Elrohir looked up to Elladan seriously. "What has happened to Magdalena?"
Elladan was taken back. "N-nothing, brother. I believe she is resting. Why do you ask?"
"Do not lie to me! I felt a pain shoot through my heart and body just as she was hurt when we were reaching Deachir's fortress."
Elladan shifted his eyes to the floor.
"Brother, what has happen to my wife?"
"Nothing that you should be concerned about, Elrohir."
The twins looked up to the door to see their father.
"She is resting."
Elrohir sighed in relief, resting his head back against the headboard.
"When will she be back to normal?"
Elrond walked to the side of the bed. "Two days, as will as yourself. But you may nt be able to walk around if the wounds still pain you."
Elrohir nodded, not caring about his own health.
"Rest, Elrohir. Rest. Rebuild your strength."
Nodding once more, Elrohir laid back down with the help of his father and brother. Closing his eyes, he instantly fell asleep.