"Bold" Dreams
"Bold/Italics" Galadriel talking telepathy
"Italics" thoughts
"(words)" Elvish
A Whole New World
Chapter 15
--Elrohir's POV—
When I was woken the next morning I wish to still be a dream. Orcs riding Wargs has attacked us and we lost almost half of our kin. I was woken to hear the fearful yells of desperation that which belonged to my brother. Once the battle was over, we burned off the foul creatures and, for the first time, we had to bury our own. We sent words to their families, but they could not come out and pay tribute to their love ones while the danger is still near.
Now, about two hours after noon, I am setting upon a high branch, writing to my wife. Since I have come out here, I did not write to my wife, and after what has happened this morning, I do not doubt she is worried over me. I also made sure to mention that my brother was all right (as he complained that he was her brother-in-law and that she would be worried over his well being as well.) and that he was still alive and unscarred.
I tried not to give out much detail of the gruesome battles I attend (and not by choice), but just how many Orcs are coming from each passing day. After my wife's letter, I wrote to Glorfindel, Legolas, and Thranduil, making sure that they were to keep my family safe and any word on the ill monster that tried to assassin my wife. I also made sure that if the assassin was to be captured, to keep him alive until my return. I would wish to deal with them myself, and let them feel the wraith and anger I have for them.
Sealing the letters, I gave them to my brother, who has written to my father of a full report of this morning's event. A messenger will send them in great haste and I do hope that my wife is not overwhelmed with much worry and concern for it will not help our child's health.
I watch the messenger gallop hard and fast, my brother joining next to me, also watching the messenger. We just stare until we no longer see the rider but that of the beauty of our home for many centuries.
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--3rd POV—
Magdalena paced back and forth in front of Elrond's desk. She was nervously playing with the string that circled around her waist to hold up the skirt she was wearing. Elrond, Glorfindel, Thranduil, and Legolas watch the woman in much distress, not wanting to come upon her path. They all knew, but Legolas, and felt a woman's wraith when in such a state and with child. And those who have been through it do not want to go through it again.
Legolas, not knowing what was coming at him, walked over to Magdalena and took her shoulders.
"You must stop worrying, (sister). It will not do well for you or your child's health. I am sure that Elrohir is fine. No word of his death has reached these borders, so it is possible that he is alive."
Magdalena's eyes turned a darker color, glaring at poor Legolas.
"Stop worrying? Stop worrying!"
The other three males winced, taking a few steps back. They shook their heads, the same one thought going through their mind.
'Poor Legolas.'
Magdalena grabbed Legolas' tunic fiercely and brought his face closely to hers as her abdominal wouldn't let anyone close to her body anymore, even atsix months.
"The time I stop worrying is when I hear word from my husband or he comes to me, alive!"
The only thing Legolas could do was nod fearfully, not trusting his voice in fear that he might enrage his sister even more. Suddenly, all the rage left Magdalena and was replace with sadness, tears forming. She fell against her brother, crying.
"I don't know what I will do if something were to happen to him."
Legolas hugged his sister, sighing in relief that she wasn't taking her rage out on him much longer. After almost half an hour of just crying, Legolas sits Magdalena to a near by chair, Thranduil handing her a glass of water.
"(Thank you father.)" Magdalena drinks the water, one hand on her large abdominal.
"(Why won't you go to your room, Faerdhinen? You must go rest.)" Thranduil said worriedly as he walked up to his children, brushing back a few strands of hair from Magdalena's face. "(You have been stressed out enough since the attacks.)"
"(Yes father, but I do not wish to rest.)" Magdalena tells him, looking out the windows to the garden behind Elrond's study.
A knock was heard and Glorfindel went to open it. A messenger stood in front of him, Glorfindel motioning him to enter. Magdalena stood up with the help of her brother, all of them praying that the messenger brought some good news. Valor knows they all need it, especially Magdalena, at the moment.
"(What news from my sons?)" Elrond asked as soon as the door was closed.
The Elf took outfour letters, handing one to Elrond, one to Glorfindel, one to Thranduil, one to Legolas, and one to Magdalena. Magdalena continued to look at her name written on the sealed envelope in her shaking hands, recognizing Elrohir's hand writing.
"(Thank you. You may rest until your return to the borders.)"
The messenger bows to Elrond and leaves. The four lords all sighed in relief, joyous to know that Elrohir was still alive, and probably well if he were writing to them. Everyone looks up to Magdalena, wandering what to do.
"(I believe we should be on our way. We will let you be, Magdalena.)" Elrond said, nodding to the others.
Magdalena absent mindedly nodded, wondering herself if she should open the letter or not. The four lords slowly walk out of the study, all looking back at Magdalena worriedly. Once the door closes, Magdalena slowly inhales, sitting back down on the chair and turns the envelop around. She breaks the seal with some difficulty, and unfolds the letter. Magdalena looks at the top and begins to read in her mind.
My beautiful wife,
How I've missed you so. I know that I have not written since I came out here but with these foul creatures continuing invading our borders, I have never found the time to myself and write. Magdalena, I love you and I promise you that I will return to you and our child. ("Children." Magdalena thinks.) I wish I was at your side for I know it is almost time for our child to come to this world. No doubt he or she will be as beautiful as you.
My brother has written to my father and he asked if I may come home soon. I just want to be next to you, hold you, kiss you, and just never let you go. I know I worry too much, but I cannot help but feel that it is someone close to me that wants to hurt you. And I am just glad that my father, Glorfindel, Thranduil, and Legolas are able to keep you safe until my return.
These foul creatures have been coming in great numbers, a hundred and fifty, almost two hundred Orcs, and some riding Wargs as will. I do not know if we have the strength to keep them off our home land. We lost many of our kin this morning. It was the first that we had to bury them in our home land due to war. Truthfully, I do not know where these foul creatures are coming from. We should have destroyed all of their kind for the past couple of years since the War of the Ring.
But they just continue to come in great numbers, appearing out of thin air. It is as though someone was bringing them back to life. But if so, who? Who would have such great powers, and be such evil to bring these foul creatures back from the dead. From what I and Elladan know, a few other kingdoms; Gondor, Rohan, and some of both Lothlorien and Mirkwood borders are being attack as will.
The Lords of those kingdoms all believe that someone wants to rid of all those who are walking upon this world. The Lords are trying hard to figure out who this vile person is trying to take over this world, but nothing has come up. All evil people we know have been destroyed since the war or after, so there is no sense in whom it can be attacking our lands.
Will, I must end my letter now for I must get back to duty soon. Magdalena, I love you, and please, PLEASE be careful. Always stay close to someone family. I know you detest it, but it is for you and our baby's protection. I will be back soon before you give birth.
Love you,
Elrohir
Magdalena brought the letter to her heart, closing her eyes as tears slip down her cheeks. She whispers to herself, a small smile appearing.
"You're alive. You're alive." Magdalena opens her eyes and puts her hands on either side of her abdominal, looking down at it. "Do you hear that, my children? Your father is still alive and will be home soon." Magdalena looks up out the windows, the sun setting. "Come quickly, my love. Come back to me quickly."
A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter, I know it's short and it took too long, but schools staring and I'm about to start my freshmen year in college (Ahh!), so I'm kinda nervous. And the next couple chapters will start to get more drama and soon the person behind all those attacks might just be reveal soon to our lovely characters! Please review!